Stories tagged “soul”
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Emily Dickinson 2.0
I heard a fly buzz when I died. It was still buzzing, flinging its tiny blue self against the cold window, when I came back the next day. I had signed away what portion of me I could make assignable—namely, that dim and bottled essence some call ...
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Emily Dickinson Comes Back
I heard a fly buzz when I died. It was still buzzing, flinging its tiny blue self against the cold window, when I came back the next day. That strange and corruptive germ that had been robbing Death of his rightful charges had gripped me. I could feel ...
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Shiver
The cold fingers of death upon my chest. An iceberg floating through torrential waters inside of my soul, reaching down to the deepest corners of my being. There was death, standing in front of me. Resting his sullen hand across my frail and broken bod...
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A Reluctance To Die
The Italian food put me in a good mood, so I flag down a cab. Luckily the driver is focused on the road more than his customer. When the taxi stops, I fork out some change and hop out, dusting the crumbs off my cloak, brandishing my scythe. The house i...
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Stairway To A Pool Party
I place the soul on my shoulder, and it immediately begins to whine. Not such a great idea. We arrive at the nearest river, a few kilometres away. When I’m on business I get a company car, full of complementary wines and champagnes to make the so...
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Thoughts on Life
“The eyes are the window to the soul, so they say. That’s why I keep mine shut so much. I’m not resting. I’m keeping my soul from getting drafty. Also, people whose souls live in houses with large windows, like that woman over t...
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Awakening
I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know how I got here. I opened my eyes, and I was blinded by the light radiating above me. I thought to myself, Where am I? I tried to stand, but my legs felt numb. Had I ever walked before? No… stu...
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Scrawled on the Wall
Scrawled on the wall of a limestone cave Where water drips and sound is distant A message hisses its warning From the worn rocky surface “Within the depths, dark and mysterious Caper the folk of legend and myth Mischief and merriment their ancien...
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The sword of mine soul
He walked into the tent. “I know why you’re here. I have one for you.” said the Smithy by the forge. Macavity wondered why the tent had never caught alight before. “A sword?” “This is Hawkswift. It’s crossguard...
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Meditation
Keeping a clear mind: Leave no thoughts behind. Put these eyes into rewind ‘Til sight and spirit are aligned. Let all thoughts fall through. Who’s to say they’re true? The cold facts are never new So why dwell on them like we do? Get lost in the ...
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The Gates Are Closing
The Gates are closing And it’s snowing It always does in such clichés So maybe I’ll just stay Inside the door I see no reason To continue bleeding For something that doesn’t make sense Isn’t worth the expense Not at all The snow just turns to...
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Charles and Emma
Emma promised herself she would never marry, but when she met Charles, she knew in her heart that promise would be broken. He was not a normal suitor. Not one that her parents might have arranged for her to meet. She was therefore convinced that his ap...
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The Chest
There is a boy who is carrying a chest up to his attic. As he enters the old wooden chamber, a sense of peace overtakes him. The setting sun casts a golden light upon the old wood, making it glow with intrinsic luminescence. The boy stands with the che...
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Sweetie's Prayer
" Now I lay me down to sleep……." “Mommy?” “Yes, sweetie?” “Horsies can’t say this prayer cause they sleep standing up, right?” “Right, well, sometimes they lay down. Anyway, let̵...
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Locked Away Part.1
I was told I was useless, and never will mount to anything important. (Mostly spoken from my ex, who would as well write upon my things) I guess I was never meant for anything important in life. I don’t know if anyone is truly meant for anything in t...
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Remember
maybe one day when the world is old & gray and you’re cold & alone. or maybe, i hope. you’ll look back and find some girl quiet but kind. that girl will be me and maybe you’ll see what we could of been what we really can b...
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Dandelions and Clouds
With my eyes focused up and out, I see my portrait in the sky. I see white mist seemingly frozen in time against a pastel blue ceiling with no boundries. That’s my soul. The lonely cloud. The breeze tells me secrets of it’s plans for me. I ...
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Paper cut
It still hurts. The pain still sits in the back part of my heart, my soul. I keep wondering why THIS one hurts so badly. Why the memories of him hurt like rose thorns. We met at work, things were going great. A nice, sweet romance, a smart man, a swe...
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The Soul
It was a horrible thing to witness, they dragged him into the sand and shot him twice and left him for dead. Indeed he died. His body lay out in the open, a magical thing happened that night. Strange lights eminated from his body, he sat bolt upright a...
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Remember?
God, I just keep remembering. Do you ever remember? Do you smile as insanely as I do? It’s kind of driving me crazy, I need to know what you’re thinking. I want to know. Please. I… it’s just, real. I remember it all. It’s ...
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Giving over to the Dark Side
“I have done as you asked my lord.” He was on his knees trembling. “I have forever cut my Earthly bonds. “I killed my parents in their sleep and ate their still beating hearts. “I chased down my little sister and when I caught her I threw her...