Where was he? Nothing looked familiar to him. He was in a white room and it was empty. People were yelling around him but he didn't see anyone. Someone was running past him and felt air rush by his face. Reaching up, he touched his face and pulled his hand back when he felt something wet. Looking down, he was blood. He touched his face again to find more blood. Pulling off his shirt, he noticed it was covered in mud and h...

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...

It's been many years now. I've been to college and received my degree. My job now is teaching young people. It's a rewarding way to make a living. It's a fine and honorable thing to spend one's life forming the personalities of youths. My students give me a great deal of pleasure. My daughter gives me even more. She sometimes reminds people of me. I don't always see it, but they tell me that her quick mind is similar to m...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sing silence a song of a void in the nightWhere the stars sink in oilAnd vain they scream outAs the phantasms suck all theirBright shine awayAnd the glow of the moonSpins away to the deep of theAching abyssThat is this torturedSoul.Cut my wrists,Slit my throat,Spill my blood on the earth;Burst my heart in the gripOf the demons w...

You ruined my life. You made me what I am today. You left a scared little girl. You molded me in to what I am today. You loved me with all your heart. You left me. You shattered my life. You created tears that never leave. You left a precious bundle. You were mine. You took it all away. You left me vulnerable. You didn't teach me how to grieve. You gave my the silver linings. You left me to fend for myself. You instilled...

Another Heavenly Flower Blooms { The scriptures tell us we will have a new name in Glory} By Don Ford We see our garden flowers in bloom. They brighten up a summer’s day. Grown for all their fragrance – color; They cheer us on our earthly way. But ever think that God above; Who also planted us below, Who draws each flower from the earth; That Heaven’s where we bloom and grow. He plants us in this darkened world. And when...

I suppose you want to know my name. Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m Nick. My full name is Nicholas Michael McMasterson. Now that you know that, stop smirking and just listen to my story. It isn’t spectacular, it isn’t sexy, nor is it really that exciting, but it’s a story, nevertheless. I’m a killer. My last victim truly deserved it. He was this big dude, thought he was, anyway. You know the type, they get all offended when you...

To love is ... To accept someone for their differences, as well as their similarities; To love is ... To hold them in your heart, even when you can't hold them in your arms; To love is ... To forgive and forget and move on, instead of moving on and forgetting to forgive; To love is ... To allow different interests to compliment who you are together, instead of complicating who you are seperately; To love is ... To grow to...

Let it be heard, I am only a girl. One of many, and somewhere in the middle of that ever changing group. I am just here, living, creating, destroying, just the same as you. My path intertwines with yours as you read this, and in fact now I had effectively changed and manipulated your mind in some sort of way, because you are still reading this with interest ranging from mildly amused to fully intrigued by my words. Let it...

I knew what I was walking into. It wasn't the first time I had walked home to find the apartment empty and the snooping old broad next door trying to find something now to complain about. She had told my mom of a fight I had gotten into just outside the gates. Mom freaked when she found out, worrying about lawsuits that would destroy us financially and ruin her chances of ever getting a better job. I was just happy I had...

 School dragged along at a snails pace all day. My first period, and English two class, felt like it would never end. It was hard enough trying to stay awake with the few hours of sleep I got every night. And the teacher's droning voice did little to ease my suffering. Second period was a bit easier, though my lack of friends within the class did little to help me defy complete boredom. I could care less about solving for...

Okay. So let's just say that you were having a crappy day and at school it only seems to get worse. Would you respond violently? Scratch that. Let's pick a target. Okay, so we have a bully - we'll just call him Bundy L. Levy for fun - and a bully always seems to have that one target - how about Taylor Regis Ethers. Great, now we have our characters, or players rather. Now we need a setting. I'm thinking a high school call...

Since you died, this is the second Mother's Day that has come around.Since March of 2013, peace and tranquility aren't things that I've found.You were one of the greatest mothers who ever lived.You constantly thought of others, you always loved to give.People have always loved you because you were so kind.If people couldn't see how good you were, they were blind.I still feel lost even though you've been dead for over a ye...

Eyes open to the sky, Rain pours down like tears from clouds dark as night like my eyes.Hair is drenched, Clothes are torn, but I am so alive even as I die.Tossed out on the curb, The cold is my only friend, freezing my heart slowing my mind.Voices stop shouting, Punches stop coming, memories disappear the bruises will too.This pain will not be here for long, This ache will evanesce, as I am welcomed into Heaven by a Deit...

When does a poem begin  And where does it end? Does it swoop down like a breeze  To swirl around the ankles  Of a pubescent girl  With knock knees? Is it there the seed begins? Does it shiver  In the pit of her groin  At the whisper of him near?After months, just short of nine,  Does it unsheathe its face  And gasp for air  As it cries out  With the induced pain  Of a man’s hand? How many words does it collect  And discar...