Life has become a mess. Nothing seems right anymore. It seems I can't make sense of the world I lived before. Tied down with barbed wire to keep me from leaving here.I want a brand new start anywhere but there. I'm broken down inside.Can't seem to make sense of this life.I need another trysomewhere I won't feel dead and dry.I'm falling apart inside.Can't seem to figure out why. I want another trysomewhere I won't feel dea...
The morning sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows. Gentle, calming and warm the rays of light shown beautifully over the wooden casket. It let everyone know everything would be all right. Their loved one was in a better place. At least that was what the pastor would say, if anyone were there. He walked in expecting the dead man's wife softly crying by the casket, the children rambling about, friends and ext...
Dead on the Horizon Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams Written by Jerred D. Adams GHOST VO: If you are hearing this, you’re still alive. The cities have been overrun, I repeat stay away from the cities. I thought I could hold up in my house but it proved to be fatal. Mankind is crumbling before my eyes. Whatever you do, don’t let what happened to me happen to you. Perhaps I should start from the beginning… INT – DEREKS HOUSE (ALISON...
Oh, soldering iron,you troublesome bastard. Dead, you are, but not forgotten.Four square pounds you cost me,hundreds of hours of nosebleeds,a shitload of burns,lots of fun.Fifteen years, you lasted,you old bugger.Now you’re dead.You were my favourite,my first. Dear reader, have you ever had a favourite tool?It’s heartbreaking when they die, isn’t it?I’ve had this since my teenage years,used it lots.No matter what, I alway...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A pathetic little flowerIn a terracotta pot,My leaves are limp and mouldyAnd the weather's not too hot,For the sun has gone and veers awayFrom where I sit alone;There's no warmth for me, a dying shade,Where winter winds fierce moan.I thought the sun a kindly friend,A kiss upon my brow;A fount of growth and blessing deep,But he h...
