Aaron knew that it was only a matter of hours now. He couldn't open his eyes as he had the previous day. Then he had seen his family gathered at the foot of the bed. Odd, he had thought, how they appeared ghostly, slightly detached from the limbo in which he now found himself. Yet he was not frightened. Limbo, it turned out, was a peaceful world, away from the turmoil of life; there was space to think and to prepare.He kn...
Standing here against a wall off of the main square her in the dark light of the sun, as I find myself leaning back as I close my tired eyes feeling the warm wind blowing and the heat under blue skies. Thinking of why I was hearing the sound of a drum being beat slowly and a fife played lowly? That was able to be heard during the heavy thunderstorm while it passed through last night, and wondering why I heard those played...
The White Pawn ICaptain William Royce woke with a drum beating in his head. He found himself sprawled out on of the benches inside the, now empty, tavern. Save for the dim light from the oil lantern on the table before him, the place was dark: it was still night. From the looks of the tavern now there was no sign of a party that led to a violent brawl earlier. As a city guard, it was his job to keep the peace. But William...
That day the onset of the nightfollowed shortest daytime lightas winter’s first sun set in a gray sky.Then came blackness after fall.Winter darkness covered all.That night I held your hand and watched you die.And so began the painful startof winter for my damaged heart.I shivered from the chill I felt inside.My soul sank like that last day’s sunbecause I knew our love was done.I felt your fingers cool and then I cried.Per...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Where grace and evilMeet the screaming stars,Lamplight in dragonlightEchoes matchless lost dreamsAnd are torn apart in raging squalls.Twisting vines of sweet decayAre wreathed around this ugly neckAnd thorns of bitterness so blackStab down and rip teeth through her throat.Break the night and cull the heart,Or writhe the scoffing...
Gaze into the mirror At that beauty standing thereNo mar upon perfectionA visage pure and fair Smile a mouth that curves in glassReflection in the eyesFull form is that caught staring backDeadened, yet alive Passions build without restraintNo halt to those desiresNo holds barred now evil deedsThat feed untended fires Flesh becomes the canvasBone is now the frameTrapped within the portraitCursed to bear your name How blis...
Once upon a time, there was an unlikely pair of the very best of friends: an ant and a snail. The serene snail lived life slowly, in no hurry. Few could pierce his shell (metaphorically), but when they did, they found he was wise in the ways of the world, and happy in and of himself, and wanted nothing more than for everyone else to be happy as well. The industrious ant, in the manner of his kind, worked hard day after da...
It was all my fault, really. I did this to myself, I let people control me. I listened to the hungry barks of men and the curling breaths of the hounds around me and let the big bad wolf get to me. At least I learned my lesson, at least I know now that I'm actually worth something, and that I could have bloomed liked I was supposed to given more time, given better circumstances, given more love. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I...
When I look in the mirror what do I see...A face of ugliness, a freak staring back at me...I ain't pretty, or handsome, or anything special to look at...I hide away my face, my body because I look like that...When I look at myself, I see what you all see...A freak of nature, unlike the perfection I should be...God made me different, for people to laugh and stare...As some look at me, as a monster who will scare...The good...
The families of the three men all endured fear, anxiety, and heartache while their loved ones were in the service. On Veterans Day, America will recognize those who lost their lives after answering their country's call to duty in the armed services. Many people, including some who were in the military, have a problem deciding what constitutes a “real” vet. It isn't a simple designation. Various combinations of length, nat...
Two young brothers are left at home, All by their lonesome selves, The older one notices a new toy, Sitting high up on a shelf. He climbs up and brings on down, What he believes is a toy gun, He thinks about the games they’ll play, Boy this sure will be fun. He aims the ‘toy’ at his little brother, And shoots him in the head, But that gun was not a toy at all, And soon the three-year-old is dead. When a child dies, All th...
Yesterday, underneath such grey skies, a funeral and one more friend goneToday, too many quiet moments, an unasked for and unwanted lull Within, just beneath the unfeigned calm, lies what many would see as cruel This time, no more anger or sorrow, no streaming tears to hide or battle Tonight, this unsought truth may be cold, but this is what was called my cycle And now, I accept the end result, as all that’s left inside i...
There was a girl, So far down in a deep dark hole. The blackness all around her suffocated her. All she could think about was what it would be like to die. Little did she know, She was already dead inside. Every bone, every cell, Every fiber in her body was cold, lifeless. She could see pictures of her everyone she knew. They all surrounded her, Taunting her."Why are they so happy?""Why can't I be like that?" Then the ans...
Life is so precious enjoy each day You never know when you might die A blink of an eye you could be taken away Friends and family left just to cry We’re shocked what happened yesterday All you did was come to work God called you and you were taken away You were found dead by the advertising clerk Your poor wife and daughter are devastated My husband is just a mess We’re all beyond frustrated This is really hard, I must co...
I called 911. When they arrived, they told me she was dead. They took the body away.After asking where my parents were, they made me call my best friend's mom, telling her to stay with me until my parents got off their flight. Then they left.Mrs. Crothers had arrived quickly and now sat in the living room uncertainly. The silence was unfriendly. The walls seemed to press inwards, trapping me. Her purple dress was rumpled...
