Desperate Stories

The water splashed over his head as he pushed himself desperately forwards, trying to stay afloat, keep his head up and not swallow too much. “Got to make it...” he thought, trying to see through reddened eyes, “Got to... to keep... going.” He pushed with as much effort as his tired legs could manage, “Mustn't... give... up...” He was tiring now, struggling, praying to find something, even just to hold on to... All of a s...

I cried when you left me I cried when people around hated me I cried when I didn't have any shoulders to lean on I still cry when I think about those stuff It seems crying and loneliness have become my best pals And they seem to be with me forever Because they're around me when no one was.

When I was young I used to have so much fun Not knowing what part I would have in life's play Happiness is gone. . .I now carry a gun And my thoughts settle about me, like ashes in wet clayI saw John, today, catch a bullet and die He was married, and I think he had a kid Hope they can find time to stop awhile to cry, . . .and remember all of the good things he didJohn died today, and tomorrow I may die Or did I die last w...

Liam was beyond hearing me, trapped in a world of touch, scent and taste, but the liquid sloshing around in the stoneware jar I carried was just a temporary state for him. Each touch of the misty air and dew on the grass drew a faint glow from my skin and awakened my senses. Moonlight, bright enough to cast shadows, glinted off the river up ahead where she wound through the valley in tight, sweeping curves. Over the bubbl...