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Slipping Sideways: Chapter 1

Roger Parsons is dragged into a web of lies and secrets that all lead back to his sister's suicide.

"We'll be back in a few hours. Don't call us – we'll be on the plane."I nodded and rubbed the back of my neck, the phone pressing uncomfortably against my ear. "Okay, Mom.""Can I talk to Caroline?"I looked over at my sister. She was curled up in a ball of gray sweats, only her tear-streaked face peeking out. I raised my eyebrows in a silent question and she shook her head slightly. I nodded and said into the phone, "Uh, s...

Metronome of Life

What tic's and toc's await beyond this life?

Back and forth, never stopping in the middle long.Strapped to a pendulum, hearing that tic toc song. Sometimes flying fast and high, oh how exhilarating.Sometimes slow, oh so low and slow, very agitating. Passing the middle never staying for long.Captivated by this rhythmic tic toc song. Each day passes 24 hours, one can whimper or sing.Choosing to grasp the beauty, or only feel life's sting. Not knowing what tomorrow wil...

The Cool Side of the Pillow

Sometimes, overloaded senses can be forgotten in a simple gesture, just for a moment...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Languishing dreams where a heart grows still,Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction toDeath's resurrection inGrey of the dayWhere the sun has lost hope andThe curtains are drawn.Here I lie in the dark with the monsters of crowds,Where the gibber and growl of the wraiths howl insideAnd the pain rends destructionThrough chas...

He came from out of nowhereHis eyes as cold as iceI saw the knife in his handHe turned it around twiceHe had been watching me he saidAs I came out of class at nightSaid I remembered him of herBefore she took her lifeHe saw the fear in my eyesA tear goes down my cheekRight before he put the knifeInside me very deepI never knew his nameOr where he came fromOnly that one of us lived that nightThe stranger took his own life

In his hand I saw the gunBlack and shiny brightIt was a pistol, very smallIt gleamed from the street light The gun was pretty as it shonePretty, black and coldI heard as words were said to meAnd did as I was told I never saw his face at allThe gun drew in all lightI turned and heard a metal clickThen silence, in the night.

Within the first week after I took delivery of my new car, I stepped in gum. It got on the carpet. Not on the mat, but on the carpet just beneath the door. I was upset. I got most of it off, but there was still a mark on the light tan carpet. It was a pretty car: diamond white, with a light tan interior. My favorite is white, with a light grey interior, but the last two cars I ended up getting were white with tan. I still...

Edward Constantine loved his wife deeply; the only thing that eclipsed his love for her was his desire to have a child. When the time finally came for him to get that which he desired the most, he would not have it snatched by that nasty thing called the plague. The moment he saw the signs, he wasted no time fetching his 7-month pregnant wife to the village shaman, a man well known for his ‘dark dealings’. He entered the...

Trevor lay beside me in the tall grass. The gentle, summer, breeze was swaying the thin blades enough to brush the bare skin of our legs. My shoulders shook with laughter, from a joke he'd just told. Warmth filled my bones, from both the burning sun above and the steady calm from our friendly banter. The humor melted away in an instant, stolen from my chest as I noticed the plume of smoke spiraling upwards in the otherwis...

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Vulnerability

Total free from society's wrath.

Vulnerability is a scary feeling of,susceptibility, defenselessness, liability,powerlessness, frailty, exposure, helplessness, weakness and nakedness. Laying ourselves open for the world to see means there’s a far greater risk of getting hurt. Standing on the outside of life looking in, wondering what would it be like,if I had the courage to show up and let myself- Me, be seen. Vulnerability can also be a powerful, authen...

The Killer

Let's face it, we all have it.

It’s killing me,exacting revenge for all the times I killed it.It’s not doing it quickly, either.Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to torture me,it reaps my sorrow.A cold-blooded killer,this thing just laughs.It laughs and eats away at me,like guilt,but for no reason.What did I do to deserve such punishment?I killed something precious.We all have it,some of us, too much,some, too little,some just don’t notice it.Time.T...

Anonymous

True Monsters

Who are the real monsters?

A silent scream in the dark, muffled cries echoed in hollow halls. Sounds amplified, making the quiet still and more painful. Wooden floorboards creaked with each step, years of abuse warped the floor beneath. Screened lights above flickered a dull yellow dimming to dark amber. Some areas submerged in the dark, for the popped lights now littered the floor.The walls were sticky and wet, stained red and thick as paint. A so...

Anonymous

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 4:00am Anthony smirked. He had one last man to take out. He single handedly took out an armada of his own traitorous friends. He turned and looked for his cowardice love interest. She ran a...

The time will come when one must choose, to be barefoot or wear the shoes, to wear a gown or business suit, to cross my arms or lay them askew. The space is small so think it out, for without thought there is no doubt. The preparations may seem great but choose with very simple haste. For the hour will come before you know, the clock will stop and time is gone. So make up your mind before you go, just to ensure everyone k...

Ancestor Chapter 2: Rumors

Chapter 2 of Ancestor

Xaine and Maez moved closer to the circle gathered around the fire and found good seats to listen in to the stories told by Marin. There was a small group of mostly youth and a couple of adults already listening intently to his one of tales. It wasn’t unusual that most of the people there were younger, especially at this time of day. The day was nearly gone and much of the light was diminishing. The fire was beginning to...

If I die tonight I wonder who'd care tears fall like rain but for how long would you hold me near If I die tonight will I be immortalized till the day of my resurrection or will I be forgotten with no determination If I die tonight pardon me oh lord cause nothing lasts forever I just wish my friend and I could stay together So if I die tonight may my last words be right and hope that the future stays bright as I lay my he...