Short Story Seeking Friendly Advice
#ShortStory
The Birthday Party
I ordered my own birthday cake
I even bought balloons
Invited friends and family
The party starts at noon
I broke up with my boyfriend
Actually he just dumped me
He couldn’t understand my mind
He asked to be set free
My tiny old apartment
Didn’t have a lot of space
I put out food to snack on
Afraid it’ll go to waste
My mom called first to cancel
After that it was my sister
One by one, they dwindled
My best friend too, I’d miss her
I set up streamers on the wall
Even though no one...
I even bought balloons
Invited friends and family
The party starts at noon
I broke up with my boyfriend
Actually he just dumped me
He couldn’t understand my mind
He asked to be set free
My tiny old apartment
Didn’t have a lot of space
I put out food to snack on
Afraid it’ll go to waste
My mom called first to cancel
After that it was my sister
One by one, they dwindled
My best friend too, I’d miss her
I set up streamers on the wall
Even though no one...
#depression
#loneliness
#romantic
#birthday
#ShortStory
137 reads
6 Comments
Penned too.
Once upon a long time ago
in a country cottage there lived
a grandma and her surprise gift
from her dead daughter's unknown beau
an unruly and awkward child
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
Now, granny had a little job
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five
unaware of that silly kid ...
in a country cottage there lived
a grandma and her surprise gift
from her dead daughter's unknown beau
an unruly and awkward child
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
Now, granny had a little job
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five
unaware of that silly kid ...
#rhyming
#ShortStory
65 reads
0 Comments
String It Up…
In the calling of the winter of discontent
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew
Upright the garlic cross
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom
Make sure you secure the garlic nails
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell
Turn the cross...
#war
#sun
#moon
#spiritual
#ShortStory
206 reads
9 Comments
Demonic Vampirism Regret
Man, you mean to tell us brothas you ain’t got rid of that stank ass hellish hoe
That life in the dark don’t bring no clean pussy that taste like honey to the tongue when it flow
Something in that abyss you will never cum to know
Man, she problem have him sucking on her dead looking toes
That’s for sho
Man fuck ya'll... but the broad is crazy, with a low grade mentality
Everywhere I go I could swear she be stalking me
Smelling my draws
Like a Hound from hell in heat, with some...
That life in the dark don’t bring no clean pussy that taste like honey to the tongue when it flow
Something in that abyss you will never cum to know
Man, she problem have him sucking on her dead looking toes
That’s for sho
Man fuck ya'll... but the broad is crazy, with a low grade mentality
Everywhere I go I could swear she be stalking me
Smelling my draws
Like a Hound from hell in heat, with some...
#war
#sun
#moon #ShortStory
#moon #ShortStory
203 reads
4 Comments
Christmas Tradition
Last year I made the mistake of saying,
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
"Let’s make Christmas a little more fun,”
“And buy all our gifts from an auction."
Oh, how I wish those words could be undone.
Our son thought that was a great idea,
and he started some online bidding,
on many lots of miscellaneous junk,
sadly, he was winning.
For his dad it was a bin of well-used tools,
which made him very pleased,
Dad said, “Thanks so very much son!”
“I can definitely use all of these.”
My son then handed me a gift.
Oh, I wonder what it could...
#family
#Christmas
#holiday
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
6 Comments
Once Upon A Death
On a distant mountain
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
300 reads
24 Comments
The Demon of Whitechapel
Part 1: Blood and Unrest
Inspector Tom Grassford leaned over the cluttered table, poring over the latest reports from the Whitechapel district. The incessant rain tapped against the windowpanes of their shabby office, while Inspector Alfred Sharp sat across from him, his expression equally grim.
"The Ripper continues his ghastly spree," Grassford muttered, pushing a strand of his damp, graying hair away from his brow. "Another poor woman, Alfred. God help us all."
Sharp nodded, his face a portrait of concern. "The...
Inspector Tom Grassford leaned over the cluttered table, poring over the latest reports from the Whitechapel district. The incessant rain tapped against the windowpanes of their shabby office, while Inspector Alfred Sharp sat across from him, his expression equally grim.
"The Ripper continues his ghastly spree," Grassford muttered, pushing a strand of his damp, graying hair away from his brow. "Another poor woman, Alfred. God help us all."
Sharp nodded, his face a portrait of concern. "The...
#dark
#evil
#Halloween
#scary
#ShortStory
219 reads
2 Comments
The Final Ember
In a dim and somber chamber, there sat a man of weary conscience. His study was a tapestry of ancient tomes and forgotten lore, casting spectral shadows upon the wainscoted walls. With trembling hands, he clutched a volume bound in tattered leather, and his thoughts, like ravens, circled darkly over his past deeds.
The fireplace, a source of feeble illumination, flickered and struggled to maintain its warmth. As his conscience gnawed at him, the fire in the hearth began to dance with fervor, its flames casting a macabre glow upon the room. Shadows twisted and writhed in...
The fireplace, a source of feeble illumination, flickered and struggled to maintain its warmth. As his conscience gnawed at him, the fire in the hearth began to dance with fervor, its flames casting a macabre glow upon the room. Shadows twisted and writhed in...
#dark
#evil
#scary
#ShortStory
#horror
169 reads
2 Comments
Another Day, Another Psycho
John's life had always been mundane, filled with routine. He had a loving wife, Sarah, and two beautiful children, Lily and Daniel. His desk job at the accounting firm was a monotony he had grown accustomed to, until the inexplicable events began.
One chilly Monday morning, John went through his usual motions, but as he brushed his teeth, he noticed something peculiar. The toothpaste tasted different, and the bathroom tiles seemed to shimmer with an odd, otherworldly sheen. He dismissed it as a momentary lapse in his perception and carried on.
Arriving at work, he...
One chilly Monday morning, John went through his usual motions, but as he brushed his teeth, he noticed something peculiar. The toothpaste tasted different, and the bathroom tiles seemed to shimmer with an odd, otherworldly sheen. He dismissed it as a momentary lapse in his perception and carried on.
Arriving at work, he...
#dark
#death
#ShortStory
#MentalHealth
#mystery
185 reads
2 Comments
She. A History of Adventure
" I am She, Ayesha, ruler of Kôr
Sorceress, Queen, She-who-must-be-obeyed,
are you my lover I sent through deaths door
two thousand years ago, returned today?
I heard you call out to me, call to me
I called thee back to my immortal embrace,
you'll be HE if you survive what you see
when I show my Sun-Fired Beautiful Face...
Ah, prostrated, indeed you're Kallikrates
restored! Now, through the Pillar of Fire,
then you too, immortal, will be twice blesséd
and...
Sorceress, Queen, She-who-must-be-obeyed,
are you my lover I sent through deaths door
two thousand years ago, returned today?
I heard you call out to me, call to me
I called thee back to my immortal embrace,
you'll be HE if you survive what you see
when I show my Sun-Fired Beautiful Face...
Ah, prostrated, indeed you're Kallikrates
restored! Now, through the Pillar of Fire,
then you too, immortal, will be twice blesséd
and...
#rhyming
#fiction
#ShortStory
101 reads
2 Comments
Digging Deep One More Hole
I never meant to be so heartless, yet sentiment can't help explain.
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
#beauty
#fiction
#narrative
#ShortStory
#revenge
210 reads
0 Comments
Lullaby
Two kids who grew up poorly
Been friends for many years
His home was always lonely
Her days were filled with tears
The only comfort given
Was walking home from school
He’d leave her at the front steps
“No friends in” was the rule
As both missed much of classes
To help matters in their home
Excuses brought up lying
Problems best if left alone
His mother always working
Three kids, a single mom
Never made the ends meet
Just started a third job
His days were dedicated
To the children left...
Been friends for many years
His home was always lonely
Her days were filled with tears
The only comfort given
Was walking home from school
He’d leave her at the front steps
“No friends in” was the rule
As both missed much of classes
To help matters in their home
Excuses brought up lying
Problems best if left alone
His mother always working
Three kids, a single mom
Never made the ends meet
Just started a third job
His days were dedicated
To the children left...
#dark
#childhood
#ShortStory #WritingPoetry
#ShortStory #WritingPoetry
151 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Short Story Seeking Friendly Advice