Stories tagged “voice”
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Frustration
The deer leaned contentedly against Elise’s hips, closing its eyes trustingly. Elise stroked its head absentmindedly as she stood looking out over the meadow. Everything was calm and quiet. She suddenly leaped high into the air and came tumbling down...
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But I'm Not
“I-I miss my old life, Queen. And I don’t like this Plane. Nothing happens here.” Elise shuffled her feet awkwardly. All Selphs miss their old lives, Elise. It cannot be helped. You should be honored to have been chosen. “I- suppose so…” re...
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Oi!
Oi! Your voice is in my head! What’s it doing in there? I don’t know if it should be there, Maybe we should get it out. But it silently refuses to leave. It doesn’t distract me, It has good behavior, But when I turn my mind loose Into...
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Aaron Tanner
“Naw, it’s my fault,” He says back in a rather amazing voice (the kind you just don’t want to stop listening to). I take a step back and look up through my bangs to examine his attire. In addition to his Converse shoes, he’...
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Sunday Worst
“Benton!” cried the nanny, rushing at once to his side. The man had fallen facedown like a corpse across his breakfast, one hand in his lap and the other stretched across the table, contorted painfully as if clutching the throat of an invis...
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Voices in the Haze
Bits and pieces of conversation filtered through a haze of medication and pain. “…possibly permanent damage to his hearing.” “…least of his worries. That knee…” “Glasgow scale’s up to an 8 from a 7 ...
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Unsuspecting
“Yeah, see, I never understood the whole deal with that stuff. It always struck me as kinda… stupid.” “Dammit, that’s because you’re not trying! Just draw the fuckin diagram. My drawings suck.” “It’...
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Glass Ceiling
“What? No way!” “Well, I did buy dinner.” “I don’t care if it was a four-diamond meal at the top of the Eiffel Tower, let alone this diner. I said ‘no’!” “Aw, c’mon. Don’t play tha...
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Stranger Than Fiction in 10 Words
“I kill depressed characters.” “I love my life.” “Never mind.”
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voice
i have a no voice the trees breath for me, in and out their deep sighs of life and love i have no voice the sun, it speaks for me telling story after story of what is to come i have no voice the grass makes sounds for me murmuring syllables from dewy ...
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Continued...
I imagine the headlines. One word will line the top of the article, the one word that my parents will mutter questionably and sadly for the rest of their lives. Suicide. I mouth the word out, unable to find my voice. But this is all it takes, this one ...
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the haven
Mac’s Tavern was a has-been. Or, it was from any outside standpoint. It was a cellar at most. A dark, dusty sanctuary of curated oddities, cracks in the walls, and darts rusted straight through the bulls-eye. At some point in its career, it had b...
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The Winds Voice: Prologue
Have you taken the time to listen to the wind lately? Not to the sound it makes blowing through the trees and tossing dried leaves along the ground but to the wind itself? Have you listened to its speech; a language made not of words yet if you take ti...
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The One Sided Conversation
“I don’t want to hear it…. Can you just listen… LISTEN to me!!! How can you hear me when your constantly talking. I don’t… I just don’t want to talk about th-th-this… What do you mean, so you think I̵...
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Minute
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind I was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere… they’re in each other all along.” -Unknown The minute I heard my first love story, I hea...
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Cry of Jack in the Night
“Jack!” the call came over the coms, upsetting the quiet of the evening and a precariously balanced box of donuts. A quick check of the board showed only one com active in the 25 acre complex. The grid pinged in sector 17, near chemical sto...
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I Had a Thought
“Thoughts that are articulated are free. The rest are just prisoners in their own world.” I remember the day I started to form, those words echoing in my existence. That’s what we lived for: freedom. I came to the front of “th...
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The Attack
Aren’t you a Christian? You shouldn’t be afraid of death. She shook her head. Not in disagreement, but because her muscles were spazzing. She made fists then opened them again; over and over till her joints were stiff. “Can’t...
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An Angel Lights the Dark Path of Their Dreams
Someone told me You had caroled solely But that you weren’t lonely Only that you went undoubtedly Without a one and only who wholly Understands your soul’s song and story Under drifts of snow you stand A candle held with both hands on the ...
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Spoken Word Poetry
I make the word choice You read it and lend ur voice Feeling it escape from the moist space Inside the place You taste The palatial emotion this creates And face the fun Of love in full embraces That weigh a ton Laces tied Foot a fly Sprung on the run...
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The Deal
Another layer Peels Smother how it Feels Discover how the Fields Yields A lover’s verse The fighter kneels, Heels, Heals It gets worse, Then rather better Warm and wetter, Real You have to let her know though That’s the Deal
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What to Call Thee
Ethrel froze, his rough iron blade hovering above what was left of a tiny carcass. Uneducated as he was, this seemed wrong, or out of the ordinary at the very least. Right folks didn’t hear voices. The village idiot did but not the right people. ...
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Oblivion.
At times I contemplate the pros of dying. I wish for it. I long for it. I grow impatient. I consider making it happen. I have nothing to fear. What is the point of living If I am not happy? There is a feeling deep inside of me that keeps telling me ...