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10 very short stories, has all kinds of categorys
Comfort:
The place I’m in makes me feel uneasy. I can’t see a thing but yet I know I’m alone, I can hear the voices screaming in my bloody face. One leans in close and says baby I’ll set you free, I think I rather be dead then be in this hell. My blind fold it removed, he says I can set you free from everything you don’t want. He welcomes me with open arms, I lean in to him and he kisses me. I am free I look at my lifeless body on the ground and take his powerful hand.
Halloween:
I remember waking up in the pale moon light and walking down the stairs, taking a picture of me holding a head and a bucket. I don’t know what I did or how I did it I just found myself in a mist of despair, and loneliness. I needed a friend so I went out and found one. He was walking along the street when I reached up and slit his throat with ease. I walk back to my house where I hold his head in one hand and the bucket in the other, the body is in my tummy.
Mountain:
The moon was bright and it was cold. I could feel the breeze coming off the mountain, snow flying in to my face. The mountain was shaped like a curve, the moon shinning off of it and reflecting like the sea. As far and as long as I climb, I am tried I lay to rest and slowly fall in to a deep slumber. I dream the mountain is warm and welcoming, but really it reminds me of the cold life I live. I wake to see I’m on the top I scream my name and fall of the cliff.
Food:
The food I taste, it’s sweet with revenge. Love bites, the smoothness of this item remind me of the blood I have spilled. I can taste the fear I have caused as I bite in to another piece of this sweetness. It smells like the flesh I once burned with hate. I think about all I have done and say this is the sweet sweet taste of smooth creamy chocolate. It reminds me of all the fun I used to have, but now I lay in the bed with a broken heart waiting for the day he says he’s sorry.
Love:
I never thought that I would or even could do it. I sit on the floor with a blade in my hand trying not to focus on what I just did. The blood it’s on my hands, everyone they will blame me. The stories I will tell trying to cover my guilt, the blood red tears fall from my eyes. They question me; they blame me all because I tried to protect the person I hate by killing the one I love. This horrible monster can now see the dark for it as has forgotten life.
Music:
I hide in the ally’s waiting for the next drop of acid to fall. Don’t act surprised when I have a cigarette in my lips, I’m waiting for the kiss of death. The song playing in my ears is the screaming of the people wishing they’d stayed home today. I hear the faint beat of a heart; I walk a few steps and find a very nice young man. He looks up at me and I say are you ready? He shakes his head I lean down, kiss his lips. His heart beat is now gone, I smile and leave.
Rain:
The spot where I stand is pouring with heavy rain. I can hear the faint sounds of frogs in the river, the rain is pouring all over my skin. I am here and I am relaxed. The rain I stand in can tear me down and pick me back up. i smell the life all around me, I see the souls float along. I stand here in the rain and realized I’m a myth. I can hear the sound as the rain hits the clouds, the bright light streaks the sky. I stand in the rain and I blow away.
Shadow:
I stand with arms wide open welcoming the painful shadows. I look up in the sky to see a face of the one I miss, his voice is calling I can smell the flowers that burned at his grave. The shadows creep up behind me and scream I’m always gunna be alone. I close my eyes to hear the music of the dancing shadows, open my eyes to see them on the walls I try to reach out to make friends with my worst enemies. I’m invincible in this lifetime. I am now friends with the shadows on the walls.
Trouble:
I sit in this chair, strapped down and waiting for mercy. I take a breath and pre- pare myself for the worst. I feel like I’m in a book this isn’t real; I couldn’t have killed them I’m not that kind of person. What have I gotten in to now? I have swallowed the pride and I know what I must do. I slowly untie the knots I have made, and begin to think about what I did and slip the mask once again over my face and smile with pride. What trouble will I get in to this time?
Unexplained Things:
The things I am seeing make me feel like my head is cracking. The blood is pouring from my eyes on to my lips which he must kiss, to save my very sole. The lights are flickering with fright, the shadows all around, the rain is pouring. My heart is pounding, my life is crumbling. His lips are the only thing that will make my body rejoice in life once again. He is my savoir, he is my god, he is my everything. He will save me like he has before. This time is no more different than the rest.
Monster:
The face I stare at is not my own, it is the face I used to know. I wonder what it wants, who it wants. I make some potions and try to feed them to this beast. It tortures me to the point I slit my wrists and watch the blood drip from my arms. I watch it laugh when I feel the pain it feeds me, only to realize it’s myself. I make my own blood boil, I make me feel all the pain I want to cover up and hide. I am the monster that you should fear.
The place I’m in makes me feel uneasy. I can’t see a thing but yet I know I’m alone, I can hear the voices screaming in my bloody face. One leans in close and says baby I’ll set you free, I think I rather be dead then be in this hell. My blind fold it removed, he says I can set you free from everything you don’t want. He welcomes me with open arms, I lean in to him and he kisses me. I am free I look at my lifeless body on the ground and take his powerful hand.
Halloween:
I remember waking up in the pale moon light and walking down the stairs, taking a picture of me holding a head and a bucket. I don’t know what I did or how I did it I just found myself in a mist of despair, and loneliness. I needed a friend so I went out and found one. He was walking along the street when I reached up and slit his throat with ease. I walk back to my house where I hold his head in one hand and the bucket in the other, the body is in my tummy.
Mountain:
The moon was bright and it was cold. I could feel the breeze coming off the mountain, snow flying in to my face. The mountain was shaped like a curve, the moon shinning off of it and reflecting like the sea. As far and as long as I climb, I am tried I lay to rest and slowly fall in to a deep slumber. I dream the mountain is warm and welcoming, but really it reminds me of the cold life I live. I wake to see I’m on the top I scream my name and fall of the cliff.
Food:
The food I taste, it’s sweet with revenge. Love bites, the smoothness of this item remind me of the blood I have spilled. I can taste the fear I have caused as I bite in to another piece of this sweetness. It smells like the flesh I once burned with hate. I think about all I have done and say this is the sweet sweet taste of smooth creamy chocolate. It reminds me of all the fun I used to have, but now I lay in the bed with a broken heart waiting for the day he says he’s sorry.
Love:
I never thought that I would or even could do it. I sit on the floor with a blade in my hand trying not to focus on what I just did. The blood it’s on my hands, everyone they will blame me. The stories I will tell trying to cover my guilt, the blood red tears fall from my eyes. They question me; they blame me all because I tried to protect the person I hate by killing the one I love. This horrible monster can now see the dark for it as has forgotten life.
Music:
I hide in the ally’s waiting for the next drop of acid to fall. Don’t act surprised when I have a cigarette in my lips, I’m waiting for the kiss of death. The song playing in my ears is the screaming of the people wishing they’d stayed home today. I hear the faint beat of a heart; I walk a few steps and find a very nice young man. He looks up at me and I say are you ready? He shakes his head I lean down, kiss his lips. His heart beat is now gone, I smile and leave.
Rain:
The spot where I stand is pouring with heavy rain. I can hear the faint sounds of frogs in the river, the rain is pouring all over my skin. I am here and I am relaxed. The rain I stand in can tear me down and pick me back up. i smell the life all around me, I see the souls float along. I stand here in the rain and realized I’m a myth. I can hear the sound as the rain hits the clouds, the bright light streaks the sky. I stand in the rain and I blow away.
Shadow:
I stand with arms wide open welcoming the painful shadows. I look up in the sky to see a face of the one I miss, his voice is calling I can smell the flowers that burned at his grave. The shadows creep up behind me and scream I’m always gunna be alone. I close my eyes to hear the music of the dancing shadows, open my eyes to see them on the walls I try to reach out to make friends with my worst enemies. I’m invincible in this lifetime. I am now friends with the shadows on the walls.
Trouble:
I sit in this chair, strapped down and waiting for mercy. I take a breath and pre- pare myself for the worst. I feel like I’m in a book this isn’t real; I couldn’t have killed them I’m not that kind of person. What have I gotten in to now? I have swallowed the pride and I know what I must do. I slowly untie the knots I have made, and begin to think about what I did and slip the mask once again over my face and smile with pride. What trouble will I get in to this time?
Unexplained Things:
The things I am seeing make me feel like my head is cracking. The blood is pouring from my eyes on to my lips which he must kiss, to save my very sole. The lights are flickering with fright, the shadows all around, the rain is pouring. My heart is pounding, my life is crumbling. His lips are the only thing that will make my body rejoice in life once again. He is my savoir, he is my god, he is my everything. He will save me like he has before. This time is no more different than the rest.
Monster:
The face I stare at is not my own, it is the face I used to know. I wonder what it wants, who it wants. I make some potions and try to feed them to this beast. It tortures me to the point I slit my wrists and watch the blood drip from my arms. I watch it laugh when I feel the pain it feeds me, only to realize it’s myself. I make my own blood boil, I make me feel all the pain I want to cover up and hide. I am the monster that you should fear.
Published 7th Jul 2014
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- Edited 7th Jul 2014 10:37pm
7th Jul 2014 10:36pm
One line stands out for me in this piece. A line you wrote in the LOVE section: 'I tried to protect the person I hate by killing the one I love'
The line has infinite possibilities that to try & explain it would destroy it. It's so open ended, it's brilliant!
The line has infinite possibilities that to try & explain it would destroy it. It's so open ended, it's brilliant!
