This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.3:07 in the morning,The void of night after the witching hour,When the world sleepsAnd the underlings of the underworldsSteal careless soulsAnd twist them crippledBefore returning themTo wreak their mischief bolder.I draw useless nicotineTo the edge ofAnother dimension,Through my decayed, gaping maw.No effect does this earthly t...
Note: I reread my story Five Minutes and thought that it should have been different, so I decided to submit an adapted version. I'd love to hear, which one you prefer. Thanks.---oo--- "911, where's the emergency?""Uhm..., I want to report a fatal shooting" Smiling happily, he drove his car on to the bridge on his way to his fiancee. He had promised her, that beautifully sexy woman, that one day he would buy her that weddi...
Life returned to pretty much normal the next day. Taylor and I were in suspension but still hated each other. My mom still hadn't come home, but I wasn't worried. Bill still came over every morning. Life was life no matter how you looked at it. Or that's at least what it seemed."Why the hell did you sit next to me?" I growled."I have a matter of importance I wish to discuss with you," Taylor replied cooly."Not interested,...
Wednesday. Once more it was four in the morning and I was just waking up. Mom hadn't made it home the previous night, telling me she was probably with one of her co-workers from her second job again. A knock at the door quickly drew my attention. I already knew who it was. I couldn't care any less. That bastard could stay out there all morning. I wanted nothing to do with him today. I prepped myself for school. Glancing...
"Not Guilty, Your Honor." The jury announced. He could NOT believe his ears! They bought it! Suckers. Now he can walk out of this hell hole and go back to his life. In time for Christmas! Suddenly a tremendous amount of pain stroke his chest, taking away all his strength. Gasping for air, he fell down on the floor. Sights darken, noises gone, and the world left him. As he about to lose his consciousness, he heard a voice....
empty of remorse or regrets, deaf to my pained cries,blind to my flowing tears,they relished in my pain,danced in my sorrow,drank from my blood.my freedom they sold,trampled upon my joy,chased away my happinessand then they killed me.a sacrifice to their lies and hypocrisy,an offering to the lies they clothed as truth.but still satisfaction alluded them,so they forced me out of death,to live again as a walking dead,trappe...
The Christmas present ticked and would open soon. They've chosen one out of billions annually since the Code was deciphered because its power must be limited. They placed the box in my home on Christmas Eve, timer set for eight in the morning. I'm waiting in the living room now, heart thundering, unknowable sciences about to bring you back. You'll be there, naked. Alive. Every memory retained. Even your death. You'll ask...
lost in a world,where no one can find me,where I can't find myself.I go in search of me.in body and soul,I wander afar.over rough roads,stormy watersand dark clouds.through distant uncharted galaxiesand countless unknown timelines.my companionswicked sorrow,spiteful revengeand heartless pain.with death,always a step behind.patiently waiting for the day,it will be called upon,to play its part.before I find myself.
take me back to the beginning,and end it all before it begins.before the first day,that started it all.the first cry,that screamed why?the empty and confused look,that asked what is happening? the first word,that said I know who you are.the pain,that came without invitation.the sorrow,that forced its way in.the betrayal,that said I can't believe this.the deaths,that left me dead too.take me to the place,where it never sta...
Chanoya walked through the door into her large, high-ceiling, open living room. When she looked into the middle of the room, she dropped all of her stuff and screamed bloody murder. For that is what was in the middle of the floor. A man hanging from her ceiling with many stab wounds. She looked up at the face and screamed again for the man was smiling. He gurgled out, “You’re next!” When he said it, blood splattered out a...
I remember your eyes As they looked into mine I remember your hands As they reached out for me I remember your laughter Your cries Your ooh and ahs I remember everything about you I miss you so much my love As I look up at the sky I can almost see your smiling face Shine bright my little star It is almost over Your pain was not for nothing Your home is in heaven now You're where you belong You're an angel no less Smile fo...
The walk seemed different today. I lived near these woods almost all my life. I played in the woods. I built many little hovels using branches and undergrowth as cover. Instead of going through neighbor's yards to get to the woods, I walked down the street to the private road that bisected the woods. A local university owned the woods and the road. The university received the woods in an endowment as a place to study and...
I wonder then ifthat is whyI chain youupand steal youreyes?I really need allthat youare,become for mea rich bazaar.Give me yourlungsto help mebreathe,I’ll prise them outwith gentleease.Relinquish that:a Romannoseand howabout a pair ofthose:kidneys are they?Nicely done!Your legs as well,now you won’trun.I’ll have yourearsto help mehear,I’ll take yourtongue also, nofear!I’m sure it will assist me whenI need to share thetast...
Bottoms Up An hourly clerk on a Friday at work, was the last place she wanted to be – putting up stock while the hands on the clock seemed to stick on a quarter-to-three. A typical day filled with minimum-pay, that would start every morning at eight made her less than a fan of her parents’ demand that she get out and pull her own weight. Amber was young and the burden that hung on her shoulders was stinging a tad – that c...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Smears of glowering greyRoll smudged across the violet sky,Dusk sinking toTwilight sinking toStar-studded velvetRoiling night.A whispered curse is a wraith in the pit,Phantasms flying across the soulWhere emptiness weepsAnd the echoes of painAnd the twisted limbs ofThe fallen oak lie.Gone are the gods of old in the forestAnd dea...
