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Got The Time Mister?Life is short. A hundred years sounds mammothian. It swells in your mouth and tumbles heavily off the tongue. A hundred years. It deceives us, life is short. Life is too short to accept sadness. To resign yourself to misery. Sometimes these things happen to us, and that is alright, but to choose to cloak ourselves with chain-mail before swimming in the lake at twilight... well. Life is short.

Life is too short to hate your job, you only get one shot at this experience of the universe (even if you believe in reincarnation you will never be this person again). Life is too short to accept friends, lovers or family who damage you, in any manner.Got The Time Mister?8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Omniscient"What is something you wish to learn from me?"

A straightened back. A gentle smile.

"I want to learn everything in the world."

A icy face. A deepening scowl.

"It is impossible to know everything."

The smile dims, and brightens again.

"I can try."

A cold laugh dies down.

"What is something- one thing- that you wish to know?"

There is silence.

"I have realized what I wish to learn."

A determined face, set in stone.

A sigh.

"Speak."

"I wish to know what makes something impossible."Omniscient8 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

DroughtThe Rain put her foot down, enough was enough.
He didn't want her. He never would. She didn't see any point in chasing shooting stars, knowing it was pointless, yet continuing fruitlessly. A waste of time.
She looked back one last time, on the rich, green landscape that was their past. It pained her to know it would wither and die. There had been no 'we', no 'us', it was all her runaway dream. She knew, all to well, however, that he'd have her flooding back to the parched ground in the blink of an eye.
With regret in her eyes, she looked away, to the path that lay in front of her, stretching infinitely into the unknown...
...And started the long walk away from what could have been beautiful, tears in her eyes, knowing it was for the best.Drought17 hours ago in Short Stories

Nothing Shocks me I'm a Scientist“Alright this next test chamber is looking phenomenal and with you here as well as the way you test, we've got all the test subjects we'll ever need.” Sounded one of the scientist loud and clear over the intercom.

At this comment the young adult Pegasus snorted in frustration. “While that is a complement in its own right, it also means I'll be here forever. Completing theses tests for what you freak shows call “Science.” Amita walked over to the elevator getting inside heading down to this supposed “Phenomenal looking test chamber.” with the lift continuing its descent downward only one thing cameNothing Shocks me I'm a Scientist11 hours ago in Short Stories

Day OneApril 27, 2013 1:22pm

I need to get this out. For the past few days I have been thinking about suicide. I feel like I have no one to got o and/or no one wants to talk to me. I want to go, to see all of the one's I've lost. But I also want to stay, to be able to live my life and find that someone that I will spend the rest of my life with. I want Ryan to be that someone. I know it's strange but I've had dreams about myself walking down the isle and him standing at the alter. Abnormal for a 15 year old girl I know but still. He says he loves me, that he really does but I'm getting the feelings that he really doesn't. I feel like he's just tDay One12 hours ago in Short Stories

Emptiness. The emptiness and nothing more.Ты открыл глаза. На миг ты испугался, но страх резко исчез. Ты закрыл глаза. Картина была одна и та же. Темнота. ТемEmptiness. The emptiness and nothing more.19 hours ago in Short Stories

LondonThe cobbles crunch, subtle, yet prominent. The peace once felt, long gone in this place. The love once craved. Lost. The air chills to the spine. The heart pumps vile blood of regret and disgust through me. My body carries not a man, but a soulless mind. A mind so lost. So lost in itself that it cannot stop seeing, hearing, reliving the things once seen. All too long ago, on the estate, the family manor atop the hill looking over the endless barley fields. All the pleasantries lost. Nothing but these thoughts remain. Consuming all else. Destroying what was. All I have now is the escape of this city. Its beggars, harlots, criminals, scum. I loLondon20 hours ago in Short Stories

PanoΚανένα ημερολόγιο δεν μπορεί να περιέχει τίποτ' άλλο παρά κάποια απλά γράμματα και κάποιες απλές λέξεις, που δημιουργ&oPano21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

There is a skeleton in my closet chapter 8Ok, so let’s continue from where we left off. I passed out. Ok, let’s continue in the next chapter. I woke up in a jail cell. Now this is different from where I was before I passed out. I was in the Sydney Opera House and Now I was in a dimly lit jail cell surrounded by other jail cells each containing my quote unquote friends. So yeah I was sitting in a jail cell in the basement of John Madden knows where and it was really dark and kind of scary and it smelled like old pudding. Each of my allies had their own cells and were doing their own things. Charlotte was sitting in her cell knitting a fluffy pink sweater, Carl was playing There is a skeleton in my closet chapter 86 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

A life‘Why am I alive?’ She wondered listening to the slurping of soup. She watched as the older man in front of her greedily suckled on his spoon. His thin lips wrapped around the head before pulling back with a sickening pop. He would twirl the spoon in his writhed tree limb like hand before scooping up more of the green vile from the cream white bowl. He repeated this action over and over again for the course of an hour. She watched him silently, taking in his sagging cheeks hanging over the side of his face. Her eyes moved up to his long beak nose that ran daily with mucus. He sniffed looking up at her from under his heavy white eyeA life7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

TogetherI have wandered, for so very long.

I have formed friendships that we thought strong enough to stand the test of time. We acted as one. We played together, we sang together, but most importantly, we were together. We were young, we were naive, but we were together...

We laughed, we cried, we would do anything for each other. That was so very long ago. It has been two thousand years, yet it feels as if it was just yesterday that we were sitting around our beautiful oak wood table, telling tales of conquest and laughing heartily.

I no longer find comfort in these memories.

When I was young, in the desert, my father had told me that like the Together3 hours ago in Short Stories

Day TwoMay 20, 2013

I started last night, trying to find a blade that would cut my skin and make my blood shed. The best luck I've had so far was a razor, and it did minimal damage. Nothing bad happened yesterday; it was for Saturday night. When Ty said 'You used to be so sweet!' It kinda pushed me over. I didn't want to, but it was a happy medium between doing it and acting as though nothing happened. I know I can't put on a fake smile every day and act like nothing's wrong anymore! I can't! I don't want to worry anyone but I can't take it anymore! Verbal threats from my family and from people at school....it's like I'm a doll to them, like I haveDay Two11 hours ago in Short Stories

The DreamWho knew what started as a dream could turn into a nightmare. Going through memories, reliving the past in the present and thinking about it into the future. Lives going from what was so good and fantastic to people who practically think of taking their life every day. They don't want or need anyone else's help in that decision. They just want to be left alone from it all. To not be talked about as they once were. That's their greatest dream/wish. It's all they've ever hoped for. But what starts as a dream for them turns to nightmarish happenings all around them. Instead of everything getting better like they had hoped, it's as if the devil wThe Dream12 hours ago in Short Stories

Birth of the Demon MotherCreation made mothers soft and warm, safe havens for their children… But some children don’t do well with safety. Some children need something that isn’t soft or warm for they are bad and will destroy all that is caring and sweet if given the chance For those children, Creation found another way.

From the rock bottom of the ocean, Creation crafted feet. Firmly planted on the ground, shackled into reality, feet that would keep one standing through anything.
And legs, legs as an antelope, fast and thin yet strong and limber too, legs that can run every distance at top speed and never get tired.

From the ever-green trees ofBirth of the Demon Mother21 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

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