Live or Die I noticed Alex on the last day of her senior year, I knew this would be a life changing day for her, I just had to wait for the events to occur. It was the day they were all waiting for; it had finally come. The last day of high school was among them and they were only 5 minutes away from walking out those doors for the last time as high school students. The clock ticked as each second went by when finally the...

This is a compilation of 4 micro fictions... making it a short flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.  *** She walks slowly down the stairs from their little bathroom. Her stomach is sick, and she feels weak, but at least she'll be skinny- she'll look like all those beautiful girls in those magazines. She picks her backpack up, which feels like it weighs a ton, and walks out the door and to the bus stop. Right past her mother, ri...

"Take it back, take it back, I still believe you can..." Evanescence, Disappear. She said goodbye, told herself he wasn't worth the time the waiting, or the pain. But what if... What if she gave him one more chance to try again to start over, or to take it back?

Chapter 1: Strangeways, Here We Come September 12, 1987 "Let me tell you about Whitesnake," my roommate Tom shouted as we walked back to Bond Hall from the dining commons. I pretended to be interested he was talking about the worst metal band in the history of metal. He kept going on and on about how much they rocked his world. I was in hell. I didn’t want to spend my first night in college listening to this jackass talk...

Prologue: Cemetery Gates October 1991. I was asleep. No, that's a lie. I was sitting in my bed not wanting to get up. If I got out of bed my roommates would mock me. I know they heard Traci and me fight all night. When we started dating they all warned me that it would be the greatest mistake of my life. They were right. But I didn’t care, she was hot, and she was into me. I’d rather go to bed angry then be alone. If I we...

It was the night before New Year's Eve 2011... For weeks there had been a “Coming Soon” sign up on the blank billboard outside of my apartment building. Over the years, it had become a ritual for a few of the residents to sit out on the rooftop every Friday night and unwind after a long week. The rooftop of the building on Black Velvet Boulevard was the place you could come to if you wanted to bemoan your fate, plan your...

Death. This has been a year of it. Between people that I know and people that I don’t and the deaths of relationships, it’s just too hard to take sometimes. Today (4th October 2012) is the fourteenth anniversary of my gran’s death. I visited her grave today with my mum and laid flowers. We couldn’t stay long because my brother had taken ill at school, but we did lay some flowers and say hello. It’s funny, isn’t it? We sti...

It’s freezing out there. I wouldn’t throw a cat out on a night like this. Still, it’ll soon be summer. I usually go down to the pub, have a drink with my friends Madge and Doris, but it’s too cold to go out tonight. I thought I’d stop in, have a can of lager instead. The Red Lion, that’s my local. Bill’s a nice man, the landlord. He never begrudges giving me a free drink, not that I take advantage of him, mind you. I got...

Your friendship has give me the confidence to share, My worst and my best and still you care. You see me for who and what I am, really, You accept and support and love freely. You take what is offered and ask nothing more, For me your friendship is wonderful, not a chore. I don’t have to smile if I feel like crying I don’t have to work at it if I don’t feel like trying. You always appear when I need you most, Your spirit...

Every day in the summer People flock to The swimming hole To hang out with family And friends. All of the kids Populate the area And have fun. Jumping off the tire swing And diving into the pond Laughing and telling jokes Until one day A kid got hurt And another one drowned. The swimming hole Got shut down, Depriving the children Of a summer At the legendary Swimming hole.

This story only available on Stories SpaceOnce upon time, in the land of Bakeryboo, there was a little town called Puddington. At the northern end of Puddington, was Apple Tart Lane. And at the end of Apple Tart Lane, was a little house called Plum Pudding Cottage. And in Plum Pudding Cottage, lived the Doughball family.Mr. Doughball was a mince pie. He had lovely, soft pastry, a rich, fruity tummy, and a delightful dusti...

Big ones, small ones,Ones with boogly eyes;Tall ones, fat ones,Ones with thunderthighs;Good ones, bad ones,Holy ones that pray;Naughty ones, pathetic ones,Ones that laze all day;Ones that bounce off ceilings,Ones that bounce off walls;Ones that stay so silent,Ones that play with balls;Bent ones, straight ones,Gay ones, and some bi;Happy ones and so-so ones,Depressed ones that just cry;Laughing ones, creative ones,Music on...

Do not regard me by my age I am the sum of my experiences not my years I had to evolve beyond the trappings Through years of striving to be genuine To shake off the shackles of her pomposity I sought friends who would teach me to Open my mind to the new Let me not feel separate from others Hanging in space and time away from The experiences that should be mine Let me show that now I have evolved into a feeling, writing, c...

Did I ever tell you how much I adore your mind, dear friend? A shard of cutting brilliance and delight It inspires me to be more than I am A dance between the two of us – one leading then the other Not a waltz, more a Charleston Maybe modern dance, perhaps?Did I ever tell you how much I adore your heart, my mother? Full of compassion and caring It inspires me to be more like you Look how you took us all on, even my cousin...

You wake up and you aren't happy to be in the same place...the same 50 inch room with the same beds and the same damn windows and the same fucking hard, wooden floor. And you're sick of all those voices in your head, and outside of it, telling you to shut the hell up and quit bitching.You have to allow yourself 20 minutes extra when you wake up in the morning; just for time to lay in your bed and think about how you're go...