Stories tagged “suicide”

  • ROPE

    You look at me with daggers in your eyes Claws sharp and long and a mouth full of despise Did you mean to tie that rope around my throat? Good riddance goodbye were the only words I wrote Whenever I blink I can see his eyes Aggressively progressing, to...

  • The Losing Game

    I’m falling again Forgive me, darling I’m not strong enough to hold my own Against myself Beside myself Ahead of myself Ask Alice, she’ll know what this means I’m lost Did you know that? And somehow, every time you find me I fee...

  • No One In Particular

    Steven sat on his couch surrounded by unopend medicine bottles. He rocked back and forth and sobbed silently, his eyes on his sister’s body. Caroline was on the floor, motionless in a growing puddle of blood. Steven grabbed the closest pill bottl...

  • His New Bestseller

    “So,” said Roberts, smiling keenly, “What did you think?” David sat for a moment and considered his reply. Eventually he said, “It’s… different.” “Different?” “It’s very well written. ...

  • Just Jump

    Black water below. I give into gravity. Icy death greets me.

    • Author: musicgirl
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Note (Mature)

    William stared at the empty page, hating it intensely. He didn’t understand why the words wouldn’t come. His fingers gripped the pen too tightly, impotent against the lack of instructions from up stairs. What to say… A breeze fought t...

    • Author: Browncoatben
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sisters of the Page: The End of an Era and a Ruler

    The Countess viciously screamed as she charged at Sybil with her sword. Sybil dodged, the metal swishing above her head as she ducked and rolled to across the marble floor. Sybil couldn’t help but notice that it was sticky, either with blood or w...

  • Security Vulnerabilities

    “Cyber-Bullied Teen Takes Own Life” — we’ve all seen this headline, a hundred times, in a hundred variations. A community mourns, a vigil is held, a distraught parent speaks out, perhaps a misguided lawmaker tries to pass an anti- o...

    • Author: kyle90
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • hollowed

    in the empty room laid an empty gun, in the hands of a dead shell.

    • Author: punpun
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
  • It's Seasonal

    I want to fill up a tub with warm soothing water And submerge myself I want to find a gun, load it with a bullet And play Russian Roulette. I want to pick up that old friend of mine And drag him across my pale skin. Do not disturb me. I’ve gone into ...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Those Long Winter Nights

    Rows. Lines. Columns. It’s all adding up again, like some twisted equation that no one really knew the formula to, but memorized the night before.

  • Falling

    He trotted nearer to the edge, his small feet kicking rocks into the sea. He watched as they fell; like small comets raining from the sky. They seemed to take forever to land in the water. Would it take him as long? Hopefully not. He wanted to get out ...

  • True Impotence

    I was dead and very irritated. Standing at the door to the Church of the Queen of the World, I listened to the sobbing coming from inside and shook my head. This was not how it was supposed to be. I had given very clear instructions. My death was to be...

  • Do Not Follow In His Footsteps

    There is always a way out, my friend, no matter how bleak the path seems. The rooftop will not console you, the pavement is not your escape. Do not listen to my past lies: The smiling blade will not comfort you in the middle of a sweat choked night, it...

  • The Price of Living (Day 60) (Mature)

    The pill that sat in Doc’s hand was as two sided as a coin. The top was a heavy blue dome, the curving underbelly was yellow. They were separated from each other by a thin red line. My eyes flicked from the pill to Doc’s eyes. “How mu...

  • Sometimes It Hits Hard (Mature)

    It’s rumbling deep inside my ribcage, a flustered frenzy of irregular beats and bile forcing its way back up from my stomach and into my rubbed raw throat. The knife is in my hands. My old friend, how I’ve missed you. I used to ring you up ...

  • Burden of Guilt (Day 99) (Mature)

    Staring out my window at the nearly vacant parking lot below, I was suddenly reminded of the saddest man I had ever seen. It had been two—no three, years ago. I had been at a bus station but I wasn’t waiting for the bus. For me, it was mere...

  • Always There

    She sits in her room by herself, all alone. In her hand she holds a picture of the only one who cared. A single tear slips down her cheek as she remembers his loving presence, his caring touch. He had given meaning to her life, given her a reason to li...