Stories tagged “story”

  • A Blood Soaked Downfall

    I am sitting here staring at a mark on the wall, I have no feelings I’m empty nothing at all. My mind feels like theres nothing inside, I have nothing wrong with me, this is me assessing myself. Its like being in a corner or on a shelf. I am out of t...

    • Author: ernmander
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • The Front

    The worried muse watched as the person she was supposed to be inspiring moped around in a manner reminiscent of a very unhappy mop. Sure, she couldn’t be seen, but that didn’t mean that she had absolutely no bearing in the author’s li...

  • A Mystery Explained

    I should have known the pale faces would respond well to fear. I chuckled, remembering. I can still see the terror flashing across their faces, their eyes wide as I strode from the sea, a blue skinned demon with eyes of liquid fire. I’d burned th...

    • Author: Nemo
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • The First Move

    Erika moved before anything irreversible could happen, and promptly ducked underneath the desk. Thanking the heavens that Miss Author wasn’t sitting at the desk, Erika took out what oddly looked like an ancient Greek version of a fly swatter; her...

  • To Swat

    “Ah, an Inspiration Imp. Why didn’t I guess?” Erika said dryly, observing the burgundy colored creature swinging from her grip. “Your lot’s always causing trouble. What’re you here for this time?” The imp sniff...

  • Gates & Shadows

    She stood before the gates, looking up at the aged iron and hesitating to touch them. It was close to eleven o’clock at night, and here she was, standing outside the Diviny manor, cowering like a mouse before its yawning gates. It was safe to say...

  • Nightly Constitutional

    She hadn’t the courage to call out. She had a feeling she’d be disturbing something if she would. Even so, Elinor lowered her voice to barely-recognizable rasp and called out for her lost companion. “Lisha! Li – sha! Here, girl....

  • The Not So Secret Garden

    Elinor felt stupid and scared as she squeezed herself into a narrow passage and walked towards the fresh breeze blowing in her face. She didn’t have the heart to walk into the manor itself through the doors, even though she knew the place had bee...

  • Things Can Always Get Worse

    “Jesus…” Standing before her, tangled in the bushes and whimpering with the efforts of trying to get loose, was Lisha. The dog’s ears were dropped and she did not look happy. Her beige leash was caught on one of the bush’s...

  • Inside May Be Worse Than Outside

    Necessity sometimes strained one’s logic and twisted common sense. What she was doing, standing in the foyer of Diviny Manor, she would never know. Get out of the rain, perhaps? It was a possibility. She was dripping, and so was Lisha. There was ...

  • The Night of the Big Storm

    The sound of thunder always takes me back to “the night of the big storm”. It was a summer evening in 1982. Many family members were together at my grandmother’s house helping her pack in the no sells from her yard sale that day. It h...

    • Author: Chelle Smith
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Forest

    Zarek’s eyes were wide with interest while the soldier told his tale. It was like a rehearsed script, as if he’d told the story so many times that it was now second nature. The two sat around a warm fire. “Terrible things happen there...

  • A Hundred Ways to Boil an Egg

    Cat Loveless sat quietly, her arm folded against her stomach and an unlit cigarette rolling between her fingers. She was contemplating whether or not to begin the story. And if she were to tell it, it was to be on her terms. No compromises. “Wou...

    • Author: Laine Grey
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Midwest Purgatory: A Stalled Travelogue, chapter one (part two)

    A red and white striped long sleeve shirt. Who wears a long sleeve shirt in the dead center of July? “It’s- well… uh,” Rusty stumbled for something to say. “What are these?” she asked, sitting down, not waiting to fi...

  • Life Is a Competition

    Sweat runs along my sideburn on yet another red alert summer day in a pickup truck with less than adequate AC. I thought to myself – What am I doing here? I used to write poems, breathe philosophy and make music that hundreds appreciated. Yet I s...

  • Head in the Clouds

    For weeks, the soldier’s story buzzed around in Zarek’s head, the way a catchy song does after hearing it for the first time. He was eager to talk about it to someone, but there was no one to talk to. Everyone in Gammot would call him crazy...

  • A Plastic Pause

    He stared at the humongous fish tank that severed the restaurant in two and wondered what the waiter’s reaction would be if he demanded the pale orange guy hovering near the plastic diver. “Do you even hear what I’m saying,” Michael asked. “C...

    • Author: drewrosen
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • listen to the poet

    The stairs going down were narrow and steep, she held on to the brass banister, like a child holding the hand of a parent in a crowd. Slowly moving one step at a time, squinting into light she wouldn’t even describe as dim. She thought to herself,

    • Author: nachtwolfe
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • You Don’t Always Need Protection =D

    A little boy found on the streets of a busy city…a gangster picks him up..trains him… The boy grows up as one of his confidants … One day, the boy is attacked in the middle of the street and the gangster rushes to protect him …t...

    • Author: asmk
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • The Maiden Complains

    The Maiden sprinted through the forest, her Maidenly bosom heaving. She paused when she thought she was far enough away and put on her clothing. “Honestly!” She huffed to herself with Maidenly indignation. “Can’t a young girl ta...

  • The Dime Museum

    Were it not for the time and the place perhaps a happier life could have been conceived, but it could never be. Born years ago into a family that was relatively well to-do had doomed him from conception. They didn’t need the money from his sale, ...

  • A Rose with one thorn

    I was sitting with my back to Peter Pan avoiding Bambi’s wide eyed stare. The room was called the family room. The sign on the door stared back at me challenging me to disagree. I surrendered in hope. I prayed for someone inexperienced who had no...

    • Author: BooStar
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • To Be Free. The Prisoner...

    I’ve been a prisoner since the day I was born. Held captive by own worst enemy, and dearest friend. But when i shut my eyes, i am free. Free like the other children I look upon with envious eyes. But in a different way. When i shut my eyes, my mi...

    • Author: Finlay
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • To Be Free. The Prisoner...

    I hear, i see and feel once more. I am free. My thoughts and anxieties are carried away in the refreshing current. Once more, i am ascending. Rising up, up and out of the water. Out of the lake, and once more into the sunlight. I stretch and flex my mu...

    • Author: Finlay
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Flight 1518

    “What?” The disheveled old man grimaced while pointing towards the window seat, “I said, ’That’s my seat.’” As I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes, I rose up and stumbled out onto the aisle. The old man stepped...