you close your eyes, and you let yourself sink lower,  let the warm water lap at your skin  and melt against your goose bumps,  the stark contrast of the bitter cold above you  and the warmth beneath you  taking you by surprise. the image suddenly shatters as you suddenly open your eyes,  and you feel like you're dry again,  bone and dust and wind,  but you exhale  and you let your fingers fall slowly from the lip of the...

Due to the brevity and darkness of this piece, I have decided to leave a few lines blank, so not to spoil it. Hey, let's face it bitch: You suck as an artist; you have no creativity, you're a fucked up, hopeless shitty person, a plagiarist, and anything you say is an airborne toxic event. Why the fuck are you even alive?  Those words cut straight to the core. Her blade cut straight to the vein. Her life faded to black.

The light,Blissful and soft.Warm and inviting.Sometimes it calls me,I never listen.But what would it be like?The right cocktail of drugs,Slowly slipping away,No pain, just a blissful feeling.But in the darkness......Hope.A feeling? A person! It keeps me going, she keeps me going...Don’t take away my hope.For what is Hell,But the total absence of hope? So, I write.I write to keep those thoughts and feelings at bay. People...

Once she dangled her feet in the blue water And sang around the campfire And toasted marshmallows And drank Coke And took photos of her friends and hung them on the refrigerator That was the time when she loved her sister And thought her mom hung the moon And thought boys were gross That was the year when she brought back her first “A” And never got a B And felt like the world was small with her as the only important one...

The last time I saw you, we were barely fifteen and yet gathering no attention when we took our usual seats on the rickety wooden bench at the playground on 5 th street. All the mothers there knew us, we’d been there so long, and we in turn knew them and their children. Some of the faces were more familiar than others. Your neighbor from down the street. My old music class teacher. But all the faces seemed to coalesce int...

Promises Ya know, those things you make just to break? The things that people hold onto when all else is gone The things made so easily, and broken easier If you only knew the things you’ve said The things you do, the things you hear They can change people, and end up changing those promises And send someone plummeting to their doom You said you would be here for me forever That you’d never leave me Where are you now, the...

Walt was a handsome Norwegian cowboy. His wife, my Aunt Pat, was a squat Native American woman with hazel eyes.He'd cheated on her for years, and was standing before a judge asking for a divorce so he could be with Mary. When the legalities and accounts settled, the judge looked up from the papers and told Walt that without his wife he owned a horse, and nothing else. Pat had vanity plates made for her Cadillac that read...

If my life I wished to end, I’d throw myself out far, Past the foam my ship creates, Into the navy dark. Within the waves I’d teeter, Down and up, down, down. The remnants of my last regretful will- Soon by the sea are overthrown. Above- my eyes see the light, Shimmering in and out, Waving my last farewell to the sun, Releasing a muted shout. Slow and flowing down I dance, Through the silent dark, As pure serenity overtak...

The gun was cold in my mouth, I blinked and looked across the table at my shadow sulking and mimicking my sad state. We had a good run, but now it was time to end it. I was about to pull the trigger but then my shadow did something unexpected. It put down its shadowy gun in front of me and crossed its arms. “No”, it seemed to murmur in my head. A little taken back by the situation, I gargled back an answer with cold steel...

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...

“You don’t have to come,” she mumbled through the phone. I heard a sniff, a cough, and then an apology of some sort. “I’m fine, really.” Hardly convincing, I thought, as I grabbed keys and locked the door behind me, mentally unprepared for the task ahead. Why me? I thought. Why now? “I’ll be right there,” I replied, ignoring her rejection. “Sit tight.” Just as I was about to hang up, she spoke once again, a hint of frustr...

The ledge was only a few steps away, beneath lied the end, the solution and a new beginning. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. My mother’s boyfriend seems to be the root of all my problems, even though I know it’s not possible. The other day my father told me that I seemed different that weekend. He asked if everything was okay at my moms, and of course I lied and said everything was fine. I looked over the ledge...

Verse 1 I’m different I’m stupid I’m sinful I’m losing it I don’t belong here It’s too much to take I want to leave this horrible place Chorus Nobody knows How it feels To feel like I do Nobody loves me Nobody likes me So why am I here Just shoot me Just shoot me Just shoot me Before I shoot myself Verse 2 Acceptance is unacceptable For someone of my kind I’m an abomination Should be castrated Tormented to the end of time...

An old man sat in the back of a decrepit yellow taxi. The driver, a young east Indian man, chattered aimlessly over the staticky radio that was forcing out a garbled version of what the old man could only assume was 80's rock. The young driver needed only short replies thrown in randomly to prompt him to keep talking so the old man was content. Rain from the heavens above poured down in sheets, causing ribbons of water to...

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...