Once upon a time, there was a very ill-tempered woman. She could rage over a silly little thing always. She understood that was wrong. She consulted a Zen Master for improvement one day.   The Zen Master led her into a room after he listened to her distress. He locked the door up and walked away without saying a word. She had lost her mind completely in a flash. She jumped and screamed for a very long time. Then, she shou...

I am enraged. Why must our lives be so difficult? Why must those who are supposed to love us, Hurt us? The idea of you hurting in any way pains me. It fills me with a burning hatred I have long forgotten. To know that you are being beaten down, And treated like dirt But still have the strength to put on a happy face and show no pain Completely breaks my heart. To know that every night you are cold And sometimes have no wh...

Who am I to you?That you would want To know about me.I am no one!Stop assuming that You knew all about me.I live from never land.A place where you wouldNot want to know.I have a complicated mind.A loss moral to find.A crazy life, I love.What I do is my business,You have no right to tell meOtherwise.If you really want to know me....Let me tell you about my self...I am RuNe.

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 4:00am Anthony smirked. He had one last man to take out. He single handedly took out an armada of his own traitorous friends. He turned and looked for his cowardice love interest. She ran a...

As I let out my rage on this paper, I close my eyes and dream of peace.I allow thoughts from the past flow out of me.I let go of tension as stress becomes free.As I let out my rage on this paper,I become who I'm meant to be.Many will ask what the paper has caused me,And I will answer nothing but freedom.They will not understand those thingsAnd I will have to explain them.The paper is merely a blank canvas awaiting a muse....

Even in escape, there’s no escape, no opening of waters, no Promised Land,no paradise, no freedom if the Sinai that was crossedso long ago is littered now with bonescrumbling in that sandand broken hearts are screaming anguished criesand tears from longing eyes roll down cheekslooking at the land no longer theirs.Now, there is no grassy hill to sit on in the setting sunfeeling chosen while the "un-chosen" run through burn...

I never do a preface to my work but I wrote this a long time ago. I was extremely angry,heartbroken and betrayed by a lover. Looking back I don't feel the same toxicity but it is still a poem that reflects that turbulant part of my life. Dear (Insert your name here)Your subversive cowardice astounds me Daring accusations from you paint me as settling When you settle, your life littered with empty conquests You’re as trans...

HuntersChapter Five: The Hunt is overBy Nathan Mullins"Why did they not eat us, or at any rate, prevent us from escaping?" Whisper asked, wanting a proper explanation."Because I'm the only key to them ever finding the will to cooperate with me in thinking I'd give them access to Space Time," Shimmer told her, sounding most pleased with the outcome of them being spared."So you lied then?" Whisper whispered, not as loudly a...