The light in the tavern is dim. 14th century Britains don't expect any better. Gobbo peers at Zoppo, not minding that he can't see him well. “So,” asks Gobbo, “is this the Great Plague or the Black Death?” “Who gives a swive,” says Zoppo. “Some historians say the term Black Death wasn't invented till later but what do they know? What we know is folks are dying like flies, which gives us work, humping corpses into carts an...
Her eyes were green.There was no denying that the woman sitting opposite was attractive. Her dark hair fell carelessly on her shoulders and framed her lean face. She was of a thin build and had spotless golden brown skin that looked as smooth as silk to touch. Her thin, closed-lip smile indicated that she was approachable and kind. It was her eyes that hypnotized him, though. They were green like emeralds but sparkled lik...
A mirror-glimpseof her physicality reveals taut skin,a narrow waist,high breasts,a globe-shaped arse,and an ivory smile. They are leashed illusions led by aninflamed egopuffed by the flesh she willundoubtedly offer to you on a platinum platter. With the exception of her messy hair, thick thighs,a single red pimple,or one of its blemishing remnants,she finds no wrongin the mirror’s returnof her reflection. And indeed,hersu...
Tears trickle down her cheeks, her face to the wall, curled in the corner of her bed. She'd said goodnight, not because she was tired, but because she had to think. Leukemia... acute myeloid leukemia... cancer of the blood... treatment... chemotherapy... She was twelve, she wasn't ready to die. She wanted to be a teacher, she wanted to graduate high school and go to college and be a teacher- a music teacher to show childr...
Guess you could say, "Why do I care? It's just hair..." But when you lose it, and that's out of your control... You do care. You wish for it back. I used to have my long, dark red hair down to the end of my back... I lost it half a year ago, Now I have a fake wig I put on in the morning. No one knows, No one really cares, really. They don't know, because I won't tell. There's no reason to tell strangers that I lost my hai...
“Fully alive, more than most. Ready to smile and love life. Fully alive and she knows how to believe in futures.” -Flyleaf, Fully Alive. People look at me differently, now, I am something strange, a creature, not a person. I am acute myeloid leukemia, a disease, not a human. I do not have feelings, you can hurt me and laugh, for I will not feel. You are wrong.
I watched. I slipped. I fell. We unraveled; shattered. Irrepareable.-Ellen Hopkins, Identical.Sometimes families aren't how they appearPeople hide behind smiles, laughs,liesPeople hide the truthBut I saw and I changed.You took away my childhood.
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What may cause a heart to break,Or sometimes raise the dead?What loathsome thing can crawl insideOr rescue from dark dread?A weapon singing through the mist,A spear hits home, and hard.It drives the point and shaft in deep,A shining, poisoned shard.A lullaby of sweet delights,Confection to the soul;It rocks a babe to gentle rest...
