Living in the body of a charred and colossal skeleton lies a man wanting to burst through the rib cages and escape. A man wanting to tear at the skin and crawl out like a birthing baby. A man trying to scream so loud that the eardrums can no longer ignore his cries. But with every scream and every scratch the skeleton heals itself and ignores that any of it happened. The only space surrounding the skeleton is a void unfat...

Tell me a story. Tell me something new. I want to learn from someone I don't know. I'll sit here and wait, while you spin your yarn. Go ahead and surprise me with a tale from afar. A damsel in a dress saving a knight in shining armor. Perhaps a distant world found by a great explorer. Bring some excitement with a tale of adventure. One where the journey is the greatest treasure. Confuse me now with a tale of mystery, wher...

Rising strings of violins wretch in my head’s empty chamber and descend deep into the chasms of my throat. I can feel them tremble and whisper, “We will shake hands with Heaven the day all of this rubble turns to light and returns to stars.” Mallets strike my eardrums without any pattern, rhythm, or beat. Sympathy possesses either any man or God, for God is sleeping now, heavy and guarded. His comatosed arm is thrown as h...

Tiredness dripping from my eyes, I open my word processorand type.I type nothing,or perhaps something.A narration of what I’m doing.Presently lying on my side,typing this story.I say story because itain’t no poem.A poem uses rhymesand metaphor,scans and stuff.I write this way just because,really I don’t know why.I think this is the longestway of typing a lot without making a point.Yep, you’ve just wasted a little bit of t...

Do people go through life on a predetermined path, like a straight line? I often wondered that during the summer of my junior year of high school. I lived a straight line, it seemed like, and it was routine to me. I’d do the things normal people would at my age: hang out at the mall with friends, play video games, watch movies, that sort of thing. It wasn’t hard to admit to myself that things were pretty boring, but that...

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It has been my dream since college days to own a company. Back then, I wasn't ambitious (or greedy if you can call that), I just wished for a small company with a couple of employees. That’s it. I do not want my company to be listed in fortune 500 companies or become a world renowned entrepreneur like Steve Jobs or Sergey Brin. All I want is a freedom to work for my own dreams. I didn't get that chance very easily; it too...

I grew up in a pessimistic family where my parents imagine the worst outcome in a situation and that outcome would always turn out to be true. At first I thought they were psychic and that they predicted the future but that thought went away as quickly as it came. It wasn't until I started to have negative thoughts myself, that things started to go out of control. When I started middle school, people started to bully me....

Chapter 28 The Secrets of the Abandoned House “It’s a cursed place, I warn you. Plus the weather is going to get worse. My flyer is not meant to be operated during high winds.” Asmadis lands his craft among the hills that look just like the ones we left behind, except these are much, much smaller. Some are barely twice my height. We get out to an eerie silence. The hills at the city were alive with sounds and motion, thes...

It was a cold, lonely Friday night in a small town in Indiana (Friday the thirteenth, to be exact). The wind howled with a cry like an anguished wolf, and made the bare limbs of the trees tremble like feverish invalids. It was the kind of night that foreshadowed a chilling fate. Alissa Sawyer was lying in her snug, cozy bed, safe from the elements that raged outside. She was having an unusual bout of insomnia, and all her...

Julianne finished loading the large moving truck and pulled the rear door closed. She walked down the rear ramp and glanced up at the only home she had known for the last twenty years. She glanced down the street to the rubble which was the house her first boyfriend and sighed. She allowed the memories of when she was thirteen years old flood her mind and then pushed them away. “What’s taking you so long?” she asked herse...

Once, a boy was asked by his mother, what he wanted to become in his life. He said—a writer. The mother laughed. But seeing the boy’s expressions firm and eyes in flames, she said; “Well, you sure, that is what you want to do? Writers are all insane. They always smoke and drink. They live with many women. They are nasty creatures and governments hunt them.” The boy looked sad. And he said nothing in return. He decided to...

Empathetic Eyes Not too long ago, in a city very like your own there lived a boy. One who possessed a very special gift. He was able to see the world around him and all manner of spirits which lived in it. Because of this he also had a close relationship with his spirit guide who took the form of black cat with both a blue eye and a green one. Always at his side she stayed guiding him towards the truth and his ideal self....

Angels and Demons.No sound could be heard across the misty midnight air,as I held my breath in ghastly fear. For here they come, as a thief in the night,to he who would not believe.Those Angels of God who have one wing dipped in blood,carrying out Gods will against the Earth, and holdingthe keys of hell and death.The Evil creature saw this and gathered his phantom armies,with numbers I can not comprehend.The air was now f...

I walked alone in the graveyard of my own dreams, And stumbled upon memories in time. Over my shoulder I could see, The moments passing by. I walked on pebbled lanes and bylanes And a wild lily in the way caught my eye. It seemed to have grown in the graveyard soil Unattended, wild and divine, For the purpose of beauty was felt In the most deserving place once a while. How and when the tears rolled Will always be unknown...