------------------------------------- This work, within its first few lines, contains language or other material which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. ------------------------------------- I'm so sick and tired of writing this shit....

Play yourself like a piano, fill the rooms with the screams and the choking sounds... fill them with pain fill them with hunger fill them with anger and hatred of... me. But what will I do? fill them with love fill them with care fill them with joy and hope for you. I want you to get better, I want you to be healthy, I want you to eat, but you won't listen, so I'll just continue to write... and write and write until I'm s...

What is a line but a queue? I’d rather stand than sit in a pew Listening to someone drone on ‘Bout people and times so far gone That even what’s true has been bent To serve ends that never were meant. So on line I’ll continue to stand My foolscap and pen clutched in hand. With baited breath I shall just wait For my muse to strike. Though my fate Is likely to be thinking of trite Overused phrases that might Cause many to s...

He comes first, lumbering out of the gloomy shadows. Half-asleep, I try to protest, but his fist curls around my collar and he yanks me out of bed. He is the hardened villain of my nightmares who both terrifies and fascinates me.Right now, terrified wins. I give a feeble squeak, which I can't blame him for ignoring."Where's my story?" growls the nameless villain, bearded face forced into mine. "I want it.""I'm sorry," I t...

‘It’s time’ I said ‘to write me another rhyme’ and nagging doubt set in and I thought( Stop rolling your eyes - I do that, sometimes) It’s been so long, the voices chiming to get out have stilled. Or are they merely muted?  Or on holiday somewhere hot?(the bastards) While I work my ass off on this over populated island This creativity of mine comes and goes Slinking in and out of my consciousness, unfaithful as a cat (and...

How should I pose before I paint with wordsmy portrait? Should I take my glasses offso that my adjectives can capture the youthfulblue and twinkle I am told is there--althoughwithout them I can’t read a word or see without a squint across the room?Or, should I keep them on--wire-rimmed and scholarly as if I’m wisefrom all the history I’ve studied?Should I smile with subtle lips like Mona Lisaas if amused by what I’m doing...

This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, revived its youthful look, brought back its maple color, the one it hadwhen I found it in a secondhand storeso many years ago sitting in a corner with old lamps and think o...

This table by the window where I writeand eat and watch the birds and squirrelsand pile my notebooks on and search the internet and sit with friendswho stop by for a chat and tea,its surface, once worn and stained,I sanded and refinished the other day, revived its youthful look, brought back its maple color, the one it hadwhen I found it in a secondhand storeso many years ago sitting in a corner with old lamps and think o...

Note: For several years I woke up at 4 am and wrote a new poem each dawn never knowing what would come. I’ve collected the best of them in a book called Morning Songs and now will share some of them with those who are interested.Each dawn I sit here waiting for the lightthat leads me from the dark so I can writethese words, these psalms, these songs of praise, of pain,of mystery and look up at the sun and rainand know the...

A little bit about this story before you read it. I am currently working on a book of short stories based upon songs written by John Mellancamp -- whose music I adore and whom I consider to be one of the most thoughtful and intelligent song writers ever. This story is based upon his song "Cherry Bomb," which in case you don't know is about someone looking back on their high school days and thinking of all the time that ha...

Someone once asked me why I never write in the perspective of a woman. If the popular saying amongst writers is "write what you know," then that'll be your goddamn answer. I don't know. Am I just too lazy to do a little research? Probably. To me, no amount of research will arrive to conclusive data anyway. A woman's mind is equivalent to a Labyrinth with only one entry point and less exits. Does that make them horrible? N...

OysterHe walks along the sandy shore,Looking for the perfect place to stop.It takes him a while to find just the right place.He throws down a colourful blanket andSets up his things, ready to write.As he begins to put clever things onto the paper,He notices something at the edge of his vision.His eyes turn to look at it.It is a shell.He sighs, vaguely annoyed by the distraction,Turns back to his work, puts pen to paperTo...

And you thrummed you fingers into my life. I felt these defences lower Like a retreat called in BattleAnd you made this heart beat, Beloved. When it had refused for years It creaked, groaned and broke asunderAnd so I began to feel slowly. I flailed and stumbled Within the murkiness of feelingsAnd then I began to write, Beloved. Of feelings, of colours With emotion and passionI dug within myself honestly. Exposed the uglin...

I wouldn't be sitting here tonight if it wasn't for my sister, all I did was to write down my thoughts and fond childhood memories of her. Those words of love came easily, and the moment they appeared on the page I knew I'd found my true voice.I could speak clearly at last, so I told the whole world about my sister and quite a few people heard me and listened. If they like her, I thought, then they're sure to like Chloe a...

Stories Space celebrates its first year,Congrats to Lisa and her crew,But it’s the members of the site,Who have reasons to celebrate too.Miss Sprite took first place in a contest,And Xuani won money as well,Lady Sharon sold a couple of stories, And so did Miss Clarabelle.DirtyMartini got a story in Bare Back,Which he thought was really cool,But he’s not the only one around here,For so did Don Abdul.Cowgirl sold stories to...