I have been encouraged by friends to write this. Some friends said it would be good for me and some said it might help others that are in similar circumstances. I’m not sure about either reason, but these are smart people and I trust them. I hope this doesn't upset anyone. I don’t want to cause distress to any of my friends here on Stories Space. I was concerned this might not be appropriate for this site, but I think tha...

Mary once had a little lamb. This lamb had magical powers. For it could baaa the most enchanting of melodies. If you heard certain melodies of this lamb, you could feel a compulsion to do many things. That is why this power of the lamb was as dangerous as it was wondrous. You could be forced by a magical compulsion to go try your hardest, to feel cheerful, or to slit your throat. The powers of this lamb were both capable...

This song only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. ~~~The sea speaks ~~~ Wash my tears away with rain;Leave my shadowed heart by the sea.I've been dreaming of a sunrise with you,Where the salt on the wind scours my pain.Where are you?Far away where the ocean horses run,There's a meadow where my love has gone to live.Sirens singing over velvet emerald waves,There's a light in th...

He shifted and squirmed trying to relieve his aching limbs. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, everything hurt. The ground beneath him was solid and punishing; it provided no comfort, no respite from the pain. In fact it only heightened his agony. He stretched, unfurling from the awkward ball he had been curled into, wincing as his muscles pulled and stretched, felt like they were tearing. His head ached and he knew, he didn’t...

She Really Knows What It’s Like By Captain Midnight Adapted from the song “What It’s Like,” composer unknown, performed by Everlast The story of one woman‘s survival. Rated EC for extremely violent, disturbing images. (Verse 1)(Name deleted) was a nice young lady Ran a good business In her town.People stopped by and Visited whenever They felt down. She was lovely, lively, Full of what we used To call “Spunk.”But one terri...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes our days are gloomy,And they're filled with lots of pain.We wonder where our joy has goneAnd what we've left to gain.Sometimes our limbs are weary,And our heads just cannot cope;The dirty toil of holding onHas used up all our hope.Sometimes the hills are steep andWe've got pebbles in our shoes;Our shoulders sag, and w...

Every morning I open the newspaperReading, observingThe human behavior Of our society First section is all about politicsWar, and crisis pictures fill the pagesBurning buildings, lifeless bodiesPeople enraged, seeking for revenge Next section is sportsEnthusiastic fans cheering for their teamsSuch devotion and passion For the simple joy of watchingA leather ball touches the net. A reality show “star” is whining on page te...

"If you gave me the keys when we stopped for gas, we would never end up here." I turned in my seat of the Mercury, grabbing the back of my neck. I glared at Perseo. "Shut up, heifer!" Perseo said, turning the key in the ignition. "Stop it!" I waved the fumes from my nose. "You're so stupid; you can't drive out of here. Are you trying to kill us? Your drinking has gotta stop." "Nothing is wrong with my drinking!" I braced...

As I lay on my bed I look up.All I can see is a black sky.The stars are dead.The moon is round and clear,the only one that lights up the sky.The only reason why I can see in the dark,while I'm waiting for the sun to shine.

A faded black and white photograph Captures the gleaming grins of a family Soft light ricochets off their shiny cheeks and teeth A dark stain sits in the snapshot’s left margin It’s a smudge that represents a secret That they’d give their lives to keep But that stain is not a result Of a small child’s careless handling That small murky blot is the face of a young girl One whose very existence was cursed by her father Due...

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes, I remember my phone's inbox is getting too full. When I am waiting for the bus, I go through and delete old messages.Just a sprinkling of words in a little message can bring me torrents of emotions. Some of them make me smile in passing, some of them make me snigger, and some of them remind me of wonderful days and...

I cannot stand, nor walk or flyOnly collide in my barren yardIn stunned moments of claritySoil still clutched in my handsTaste this despair and wormwoodStill bitter on my tongue; I bruise my fleshOn bark, dead roots and cold abuseMy face still stings with toothless songPuzzled by where I am, how I got hereLost in the looming darkness, I am stillFragile as a pressed oak leafPain the only constantMy mind maroons itself in s...

The price of perfection, one cannot bare. The price of freedom, one cannot share. The hours engulf you, the minutes indulge you. Time waits for no man, yet you're still waiting here. Trading places for thee unknown, feeling like a fool, but waiting for your soul mate, seems like too much to behold. You sin in the masses,wasting away in this world, You fuck up second chances, making false promises to those you hold dear.Th...

With joy in my heart I started singingOf a friendship, unexpected, so bold,How to express the joy and fresh ringingThat resounds in all the halls of your soul. When you are the one someone wants to know,When you are the one that she seeks to meet,It gives you a reason to shine, to glow,To think that you have achieved a great feat. It happened to me several months ago,Out of the blue a request, friendship sought.Never a th...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What lonely night is this whenHope comes a-knocking at my door?Her whispers through the oaken barricadePush my dreams into realms of fear.Fear of pain andFear of remembrance;Fear of lonely, sneering echoes;Fear that what I once believed inWill never be my precious gift;Fear that loving, gentle kissesWill never grace my ugly lip...