Stories tagged “work in progress”

  • Humanity in Hiding[Work In Progress, be as harsh as neccessary.]

    I wonder, How can the world Have no respect for emotions When some that walk among them Can feel and share these? Suicide, contentment, and all in between are felt by humans. Yet only we can pick up on it. The common people don’t see these. But we do...

  • Man In The Kitchen (Part I)

    Jumping out of bed, running down the stairs, he followed the scent emanating from the coffee maker. He loved the smell, hated the taste, but he knew it meant she was finally home from her trip. Running to the kitchen, excited at the prospect of seeing ...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Man In The Kitchen (Part II)

    The morning stretched on, the coffee maker shutting off, coffee darkening… thickening. He finished his puzzle; assumed she ran to drop off dry cleaning or do something else before he woke up. He showered with the door open, inviting her back into the...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Man In The Kitchen (Part III)

    Before pulling away, she sat in her car and looked across the street to the private dock. She saw him: shirt off, glistening with the sweat of loved hard work, jeans wet at the bottom where his feet hung into the water. He was waxing his sailboat. Agai...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Man In The Kitchen (Part IV)

    The young man studied the woman he knew would someday be his wife. They hadn’t been dating terribly long, but something had told him from the first time he saw her at the library that she was the one. And he’d never believed in that crap. After the...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Man In The Kitchen (Part V)

    He woke up to sunlight and the smell of coffee, a smell he loved, wafting up the stairs. Realizing his wife was home he ran toward the stairs – he mustn’t have heard her arrive home after an all night flight. She’d been gone for so long. Too long...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Contusion [poem]

    shudder shock of blood that rises lava-like beneath my skin — crimson in its urgency sudden in its intensity all my limbs are frozen, inarticulate as I am made newly aware of the fragile cage that houses me I rub at the unfurling bruise as if t...

    • Author: Ana Cristina
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Date - WIP

    One step Two A thir- “Shit”, the so far quite alkward dancer says to his crouched date “No no, it’s really okay, you’re still learning”, she replies, rubbing her continually crushed foot “These heels were proba...

  • 5 Floors of Extraordinary ~ The Beast

    With a mixture of awe and despair playing xylophone on the back of my ribcage, I stared up at the pile of dishes. They started at the sink with chafing dishes and cookie sheets, then grew up in a column of pans and jars, passing the cabinets with bowls...

    • Author: sky.castles
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5