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They Believe Him Now

Everyone looked a little sideways at him after his youthful stories

The town mourned when he passed away and held a very large funeral.  He was survived by his wife, three children, and many grandchildren.  The officiant told his long life and the many changes he had brought to their town.  Suddenly a  dark shadow passed over the ceremony, the crowd stepped back as a large green dragon landed close-by.  The officiant told everyone to remain calm.  The dragon made no threatening moves and...

Remembrance

Dealing with death at a young age

The first time I was 'around' death, for want of a better term, I was seven, maybe eight years old. For whatever reason I cannot recall the specific age I was or the exact time of year, all I know is that it was 2002 and it was either autumn or winter because of the series of events that led up to the deaths. If it was autumn then it was before my eighth birthday, if it was winter then it may have been after I turned eigh...

I was selfish in life but will be selfless in death A narrow minded boy, confining a soul of great breadth In lieu of flowers, make me seem philanthropic Make me out to be kindest, on sympathetic topic You've always known me best, my coin of a face How I growled in isolation, but smiled on velvet walkways In lieu of flowers, hide my dual ways Allow me only with the brightest smile, be portrayedI lived life in fine cloth,...

The Secret Life of Mrs Faulkner - Chapter One

How well do you really know someone?

Cruel World:He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out. "Tom?" the female voice asked, though to him it sounded distant and far away. Go away, God dammit, he thought angrily, just leave me alone. All I want is to be left alone. A...

Something Inside Joe Mesh - Part 2

Behold the talking cat!

He had craved the taste of his very last bottle of beer waiting for him in the fridge the entire way home. By the time he placed his hand on the knob of the front door he could feel the lightly carbonated ale sliding down his throat, tickling his taste buds with an almost divine satisfaction. Stepping inside he wasn’t greeted by Charlie as he normally was. Although he found that somewhat odd, he paid no mind to it, stroll...

Something Inside Joe Mesh - Part 1

Behold the talking cat!

“My heart hurts,” Joe replied when asked how he was feeling by his doctor and long-time acquaintance, Farnsworth Banes. Blinded by the light being shined in his eyes, Joe thought about what he was going to eat for dinner when he got home, his mind wandering off as Doctor Banes pressed his hand firmly against his chest and asked him to breathe in. “Any other unusual symptoms? Dizziness? Difficulty breathing?” “No.” “Blurre...

Death and decay call for a meaningful daygathered around a hole in the groundquestions and mourning depicted from the sobspreacher says impersonal message as a goodbyeA box holding a body goes down and downif the dead could speak what would they sayhappy to see who all came to attendmaybe some choice words to those who pretendquestions of life fill everyone's mindno answers to be given only false pretensethe deceased life...

It's Too Late to Say I'm Sorry

A short piece I wrote about my struggles with anorexia. Contains a line from the song Homewrecker.

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...

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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...

He left her today

A woman's thoughts after her husband's funeral

He left her todayShe sits back in the carThe ride back to their homeReally isn't very far. He left her todayHelped out by her sonSaid they couldn't help himThat nothing could be done. He left her todayThe doctors tried their bestThe cancer gone too farIt was best let him rest. He left her todayHouse full of people soundsNot a word did she hearLoneliness knew no bounds. He left her todayShe sees that day they wedShe sees h...

It Matters

4th Short Story

"The internet is just another shit catalyst." "How do you figure that?""What do you mean how do I figure that? I just told you whenever I write shit down I always say too much...practically turning a pen into a spade and digging a fucking tomb for myself.""Don't be such a pussy. And I like your stuff.""You like my stuff because you have to like my stuff; you're my best friend. The publishers don't like my "stuff"...clearl...

Pow, pow, pow!The bullets rainDown.Blood gushes everywherePeople run for their livesFamilies mourn theDeaths of theInnocent bystandersCrying, sorrow, eulogiesThe casket lowered into theGroundWith an empty shell of Bodies that once housedBeautiful souls.Those people never got the Chance to live a fullLife.

She stood there out of place. Nobody wanted her there and she was pretty sure she didn’t want to be there either. Her black dress hung awkwardly over her large belly. She had a speech prepared but knew she couldn’t deliver it, not that his parents wanted her to. After all, how well did she know the boy lying in the casket at the front of the church?The seats were so close together, she had to back up against the pew to ac...