He opened his eyes and found himself floating over his own bed. He watched in surprise as his body below shifted restlessly in sleep. He tried to re-enter his body but found he was unable. He felt an oppression in the room, trying to wake up but finding himself stuck in his dream, unable to enter his sleeping form again. As he looked away from his bed for the first time he noticed a giant bubble emerging through the open...

Is it possible to cope simultaneously with the torment of choosing whether I will to stay and accept less than I desire, or the agony of wanting to walk away because I know you'll never be able to give me what I want? Something that means everything to me. Torn between the exhilaration of a very deep love, or despair born of knowing I walked away from what little I had. Can the heartbreak and grief of a futile want be mea...

Please know that this in the flash-fiction section. These things happen. Please remember to have hope and hold on for one second at a time, find a way to cope. There is always a way. I picked up the knife to see how sharp it was. I know how to do this. I have seen it many times. One clean slice and no one will know. My thoughts started to run to you, our dreams, our fears and the way our life connected. "Where did I go wr...

I pause at my locker to switch out my books and binders during my appointed lunch time. I'm just about to head to the library to finish up today's homework for Calculus, College Writing, and ASL when Adam strolls up to his locker next to mine. He doesn't seem to ever change clothes. Today is another black on black on black with black leather boots. Other girls might call him "hot" or "sexy", but I just see another guy......

"Does that make more sense now?"I look down at my paper- Calculus homework that only an hour ago would have completely stumped me and had me giving up. It does make more sense. I could finish this in 15 minutes now. Easy.I nod and smile, eyes wide in surprise."Good... what time did you say you had to be home by?"I look up from my homework- almost finished, by the way- and glance at the clock. 4:45pm."Fuck! I have to be ho...

"Soundless as a Shadow I stay in my room all evening.Drawing any sort of attentionto myself would be an enormousmistake. Shh! Turn off the music.Ever now and again, Daddy leaves his own room, on a Turkeyhunt. Staccato footsteps accompanyhis muttered threats and pleas. You can't leave me. I won'tlet you. I'm not a little boyanymore. I'll go after you.Please. Don't leave me!I keep the bedside lampvery low. It sheds a pale, ...

Will was pawing through the shelf, cleaning off the gunk beneath from all of the soap scum. He took note of the many shampoos and conditioners lining the shelf and edge of the bathtub. “Hey, Crow.” He called, slightly angling his head toward the open doorway. “What are all these for?” “What's all what for?” Crow asked, coming in. “This.” Will repeated, holding up a bottle of melon-scented shampoo guaranteed to keep your d...

Reader Discretion Advised The story you are about to read contains mature language and themes. By choosing to read this piece, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content.  * * *A young girl of only sixteen, with no love or care from home. Only knowing anger and hate, parents who never wanted her, she runs. She thinks she'll get all she truly needs, if she does as they say. She seeks comfort from...

I just made an airport drop when the dispatcher called in a house account pickup. I fired up the bird, and buzzed for the location. Once a day shift opened up at Gemini Taxi, I grabbed it. The nights are too full of drunks, lonely weirdos, and creeps jonesing for drugs and revolution. When I reached the head shrinker's office, a thirty-something burnout hopped into the backseat. Brandon had no job and rich parents paying...

I decided to have biscuits and gravy for breakfast today. I can't make biscuits from scratch any better than by using Bisquick, and that eliminates a lot of measuring and fiddling. So I got out the box of Bisquick, and read the recipe on the side panel. Bisquick recipe is: (edited for brevity) 2-1/4 C Bisquick  2/3 C milk Mix to soft ball stage and dump out.  Knead ten times.  1/4" thick  Cut into biscuits  450 oven - 8-1...

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The Mystical Pool Part III 100 fires dotted the hills. As they rested before the gates. Kingdom of Jewels lay before them. The pious gave up offerings to the Gods. Others ate and drank the fruits from the hills, not caring for what lay ahead for them. On this night the banners of the Golden Lion and the Grey Wolf fluttered in the wind. The Golden Lion paced through the camp, stopping to give a word here and there to the w...

It's hard to explain to the world at large why nursing is so difficult. After all, it's not any one thing that is so hard it can't be done by someone with patience. Empty a urinal, take vital signs, give someone a couple pills, make a bed, write some notes, pass a meal tray, answer the phone, suction a patient, start an IV, answer a call light, insert a Foley, hang an antibiotic: anybody can do these with a little trainin...

"I'm in the pub, high on Pils,with some shades on.Tarted up,mini skirt,with my Choos on." Brilliant. My best yet. "Hear what I did there, Chloe?" "You changed the lyrics." "What of?" "23." "Excellent, Chloe. You're on trend." "Really, Steffanie? Maybe because you play it a hundred times a day." "My version's better. It's crazy like us." "Right." "Oh don't be like that, Chloe." "Sorry, bitch." She's not supposed to call me...

There it was, a viscous blob of limber elasticity capable only of thought and some kind of irregular nebulous form of motion, perceiving the world yet barely influencing it. It spent its time floundering around the park, observing the quotidian routines of the proletarians in their mundane and monotonous undertakings, yet it felt drawn with interest and was intrigued to know more of the lives of these hoi polloi. It desir...