Hey!! What's the story?
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Added by Shakes on August 29, 2013 at 11:41 — No Comments
Light hides beasts, cloven demon bones. My blood swirls around rusted senses. It will be their flesh that will be torn, not mine. Revenge will be no pale memory for you to forget. I am a knife for hire. I will wield my steel. Your essence sucked by worms. The earth will store your ghosts, compressed to this place abandoned.…Continue
I wrote this some time ago. Never really did anything with it. Not a story, not really. Just something I wrote.
It’s been a long time in the chest.
Cramped and small, the lot of us lying about on one another. We lay here, halfway to the living time from the sleeping time, dreaming of the time of life, the time of existence. We dream of the days of playtime.
Dad would drop five of us around the corner before checking into the hotel to save on room rates. We'd sneak in, and be briefed. “If anyone asks which room you're in, you say 'I don't know'”. We had a roster to follow. Two kids, twenty minutes each to play outside. Mum would separate the mattress' and order four adult breakfasts to feed the lot of us. When room service knocked on the door, we'd hide in the bathroom until given the all clear. I loved to…Continue
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If you looked through the cracks in the walls of your mundane existence, you'd see me. I am a recurrence. If you caught and kept all the tears you've shed and one day drank, you'd taste me. I am their sodium sting. If you stared in this mirror longer, reached out and pressed fingertips to glassy cheek, you'd touch me. I am the ghost in your shell.
You'd never do these things.
Over the years I've dined on and dulled your senses. You're blind to the…Continue
Added by Shakes on August 15, 2013 at 13:30 — No Comments
"No college; I went to Korea." Exceedingly educated, Grandpa returned home to Indiana.
THIS IS A POST FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE MENTAL ILLNESSES SUCH AS BIPOLAR, SCHIZOPRENIA, AUTISM, PHYCOSIS (yes i know i mostly spelled that wrong) MULTIPLE PERSONALITY DISORDER, OR ANY OTHER MENTAL ILLNESS.
heres a few things im making this BLOG post for, to tell people my story, to help others along the way, to listen to their story, to give ANY kind of advice, to give comfort, but mostly to comfort and stop (or try to help stop) bad things from happening.
MY STORY: when i was…Continue
Added by Ashleigh McAnnally on August 14, 2013 at 3:30 — No Comments
This is the third and final installment of the 'Futures' trilogy. Read the other 2 first!
...I got the job.
I know what I'm going to do. The cycle must be broken. It's gone too far.
"Time is telling on me," you might say.
The first time I caused my own death I'd run five blocks to make the interview. Only just got the job as well.
Skin of my teeth the company had said.
I thought I'd share an anecdote I just heard. Hemingway, in an apparent effort to point out the potential impact of a short story, penned this 6-word stunner: "For sale. Baby Shoes. Never worn."
Added by E.G. Franklin on August 13, 2013 at 16:44 — No Comments
A Problem Shared
Ron had this habit of leaving you with his problems. As we sat drinking coffee he said,
“Peter, I’ve got this little problem. Wondered if you might help?”
With that he took the problem out of his pocket. It looked innocent enough but I knew it wouldn’t stay like that. Small problems have a tendency to become big problems and take over your life. I had to be firm,
“Sorry Ron, normally I’d love to help, but I’ve problems of my own,…Continue
The clock on the mantle wheezes each interminable second.
The kitchen tap drips infrequently.
There's no rhythm here.
Everything's shrouded, not just you – the familiar covering of dust or doilies.
Echoes of my last visit, only it's me who’s sat motionless in the armchair.
Across the room your sightless stare takes in the patterns on the nicotine stained ceiling.
Outside, in the first rays of dawn, I hear the clink…Continue
Added by Shakes on August 13, 2013 at 13:00 — No Comments
your life is precious
a mere moment away from living
you are a boy
you are my brother
you are brave
you are never alone
i will pray every night for you and to you
i would pleed to save your life...
but doing so would kill another
you are strong you are brave..
you are forever sissy's little soldier.
Added by Ashleigh McAnnally on August 13, 2013 at 5:34 — No Comments
lust in my blood,
my blood boiling ovrer,
searing my skin,
ripping my heart from the ribs,
breaking the bone while doing so,
grabbing and squeezing it 'til it explodes,
as my hands tremble i smile,
the hurt is over,
war has begun,
lust in my blood...now where's your love?
Added by Ashleigh McAnnally on August 13, 2013 at 3:24 — No Comments
i bleed out black blood,
that stains the inner sanctum of my "soul",
which you will never see, the death of the city within,
covered in my blood,
..my body its a virus on steroids,
and im addicted to this drug,
Added by Ashleigh McAnnally on August 13, 2013 at 3:14 — No Comments
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"Hush, hush, little one, you’re not alone
I’m here, I’m here, until you stand on your own
Dream on, dream on, little warrior
Sleep, sleep, soundly in the foyer
Don’t ever be afraid
I’ll always be your aid
When your eyes shed tears
I’ll wipe them away, and heal your fears
Hush, hush, my gorgeous love
Added by Jamie Simon on August 10, 2013 at 21:33 — No Comments
This is the sequel to Future Simple, last post but one.
All the tests have gone well and the zero paradox equations are holding. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored glass outside the facility - smart suit, clean shaven, slick haircut. Just a few short months ago I’d looked different, felt different too. Lacking confidence and doubting my own theories I’d driven to the interview on my last few dollars. I doubt I’d have done so well in it if my future self…Continue