Stories tagged “soul”
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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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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
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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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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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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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...
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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The Dark Child
Bullets flew up from the street, whipping their way through the rain towards Melia and her sister. Words of derision followed the lead maelstrom but lost meaning in the wind. Hands and face pale with fear, Melia gripped the metal supports to the sign a...
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Brotherly Request
I considered my brother from across the diner table, nigh on forty years and still as cherubic as ever. My coffee, black and utilitarian, looked like tar compared to the creamy bastardization of brew he was happily stirring. “Billy,” he sai...
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Captain of a Lower Berth
Oblivion. That’s what I’d hoped for, but apparently old souls don’t die. Tuesday night, around 5:45, I laid down to rest and felt the fade, like all of my self could cease to exist. Only, it didn’t, only withered to the point th...
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Brother Found, Brother Lost
My brother found me in the strip club. A consequence of small town living, instead of the law, Big Karl called my kin on account of my antics. Before my passive and weary view had come dances, lap and otherwise, drinks a plenty, three near-brawls, and ...
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A Real Fun Place
I watched his face, delicate features awash with consternation and contemplation. Much as I’d have liked to explain my dark predicament to him, my voice remained locked away with my soul, sentenced to the edge of existence. My body laughed derisi...
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Corruption
One strip of flesh per glance One mended bone per touch One broken soul per chance One idea unites per purpose Delaying peace shouldn’t be for purchase anymore It’s non of business’s business to be funding war It shouldn’t be in...