On 29 November 2013, I got a phone call from a former coursemate of mine asking me whether I had received any news on the accident of a friend and former coursemate Abdulrahman, which at that time I had no knowledge of. I immediately called my friend's phone number but a voice told me his number was switched off. I was still in a state of shock, fear and despair when I placed a call to his younger sister, who confirmed th...
If you were quiet enough, you might hear the heartbeat of each flake as it hits its sea of brethren. You could be so light of foot that you might sense the shiver of the snow itself, nestling into the crevasses and nooks of every tree and root. So cold you would be that the breath in front of your face would no longer obscure your vision, its warmth a clash of two dichotomies, the complex construction of frozen atoms, and...
Yoro, the leader of the controlling particle, tapped his fingers on his desk. He had read the reports and they didn’t look good. There was kidney failure caused by all the Doritos he’d let the parrot eat. There were heart problems, and an aneurysm forming. The whole body was in acute pain, and needed to be shut down. Doritos are yummy. Are they worth it? “It looks bad.” Bjork, his second, said. “I’m going to miss this. It...
The man ate a sandwich,He snacked and smiled,He ate that sandwich,But then he choked,Poor dude, On a bit of bacon, he croaked.The woman knitted, She knitted a sweater,Then she got up,And she flitted.Made a cuppa tea,Now she’s D. E. A. D.Two ordinary deaths, it seems,But little do people know,It was all for show.
I wonder why, oh why,Does that fly buzz about in my eye?Is it stupid? Why my eye?Are you looking to be killed,Splatted, maimed in cold blood?Do you see that spider? Hanging around, upon its web,Beautifully spun, made from silk,He’s hungry you know!Go on, fly into it, stop bothering me!I’d wager you think,my tea is your drink,that’s why you’re there, isn’t it?Well, I hate to say this,But now you’re dead,Drowned in my cup.F...
Scarlett had gotten off early from the diner she worked at as a waitress. She was glad to get off work early to surprise her husband. Things had not been good between them for a while now. Rick had lost his job a year ago and had started drinking again. Drinking wasn’t the only habit that had come back. Three years earlier he had been abusive. He had been so abusive Scarlett had miscarried in her fifth month. She didn’t t...
I am but a protruding thorn.The only reason I was bornwas to create pain and push life away. I reach to touch a fading sunand think of all the sins I’ve done.I lie beneath the brambles as I pray. The barren hand that I was dealtwas that I simply never feltthe feelings that complete a human heart. That which would make others smilejust bored me after a short while.Love never even had a chance to start. I learned to make he...
Venturing along the pathways of life, not always conscious of the perils. Navigating through rubble strewn strife, detouring around blazing barrels. Stumbling down alleys full of temptation, my spirit merely a basket in shambles. Chasing an existence of self abomination,only to find another thicket of brambles. Jumping again from the pan into the fire,thinking this time I'll find sunshine. Urged on by my own senseless des...
The woodsman had many talents, but caring for newly-born baby girls was not among them, so he did the only thing he could think of – he took the child to the village church. The pastor’s wife was in the garden picking tomatoes for their breakfast when he rushed from the woods holding the screaming bundle. “Oh Lord! What is this, Tom?” She rushed from the tomato beds and took the child from him. “Ma’am, I have no clue. I f...
We were together, for a little while; I think about you, and the way you smiled.We were friends forever, until that night;That dreadful night, you lost your life.When I got the phone call, it was so surreal,I was numb, and shocked could this be real?My best friend, who I loved with all my heart;Was taken from me, and now we are apart.Sometimes, I hear your voice, and your laugh;I get so sad, as you were my other half.I al...
My name is Mindy. On this sunny morning, I was standing on the green grass. It was a beautiful May day. I was alone. I had left the house early and I watched as the sun rose in the east. It was casting long shadows. I could smell the aroma of flowers in the air, and the evergreens were gently trembling in a soft breeze from the west. Usually, I would have slept late, as most teenagers do, on a day off from school. I was a...
"Sophie cannot finish her dinner, she says she's had enough... Sophie's trying to make herself thinner, says she's eaten too much..." -Sophie by Eleanor McEvoy. It's three in the morning and she's still exercising, downstairs in the home gym. She becomes dizzy and stops, slowly stepping from the machine. She takes a sip from her water bottle, a bite of lettuce, and gets back on for another half hour until she is out of he...
Sitting on a bus, top deck,He looks down upon the populace,they look like a buch of wee specks,all milling about, scrofulous.Music blaring in his ears,the singer talking of her fears:Abandonment, betrayal through the years.He gazes into space, writes this piece,hoping that one day, she will find peace.Time to exit the bus now,navigate through the sow,pigs everywhere, through whom he'll plough. On another bus, he continues...
Re: * GIFT * Ahhhh. A sharp hiss inward, a backward sigh, like a kiss being Took my breath away. From where my inscrutable shadows eclipse a heart sometimes The view - but such a life-affirming image. The water rushes back in. The oxygen returns, pulled into rotation. Gravitas. The planets dance. The stars keep their secrets. Life goes on. ----- Lovely gift! Thank you. XO - kmf (RedSonja) (after a shot of earthrise, half...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Light puddles on the floor,Crawling along the wooden slatsAnd bleeding down the cracksTo nowhere and somewhereAnd anywhere thatStartsRightHere.Mellow honeyed scentOf angels thatSings streaming through the windowIn the daytimeAnd seeps across the moonIn the nighttime,I breathe in the soot on theHearthstone ofGod's heartAnd am not...
