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The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,

I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask yThe Umbrella Letters5 years ago in Socio-political

Eat"Oy, let me see your calorie card!" The skinny man at the hotdog stand demanded, holding my hotdog just out of reach.

I sighed and dug the plastic out of my pocket, handing it to him with a sour grimace on my face. I was sure I had already exceeded my allotted 1500 calories for today, but I was just so darn hungry. Seriously, what was one hotdog going to do to my figure anyway?

He shook his head as he swiped it through the scanner. "Sorry girlie. This hot dog is 242 calories. You only have 10 calories left for today." He shooed me away in preference of those with enough calories on their card to afford his food.

My stomach grumbled iEat3 years ago in Short Stories

Written On the Stall A frown marred her pristine features. Maria read the crude writing on the bathroom stall: Kristen is fat. Jason's a hottie. Maria's a fag. That one sullied her. Maria could only muse one thought, "At least I understand." She took a pen to the stall, "And damn proud of it."Written On the Stall6 years ago in Socio-political

Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you…sweet like berries…" she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.

I didn't understand why itSad Blue Eyes1 year ago in Short Stories

Joseph and MauriceIt started as a marriage of convenience, really. Maurice was the best nutter in the colony, and Joseph always remembered where he'd put his stash. They figured that their teamwork would net them not only more nuts personally, but also the opportunity to start a small business storing and locating nuts for the elders. The King allowed them the union reluctantly. There was no law against it in the Kingdom, but he detested that type of marriage, personally.
The ceremony was held atop the gazebo in Pioneer Park. Maurice and Joseph perched on the spire while the rest of the colony lined the railings and the rooftop. The King read from theJoseph and Maurice3 years ago in Short Stories

The Littlest President

The Littlest President

At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.

Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation The Littlest President9 years ago in Socio-political

Silencio"¡Pero no dije nada!"

"Mi punto."Silencio7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

The Writer3 years ago in Short Stories

Sollux x Reader - Computer TroublesSollux x Reader - Computer Troubles

(A/N I had :devBCxButch: help me with this...NO HATING PLEASE!!! Geez! Anyways for ahead of time sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. >.Sollux x Reader - Computer Troubles3 months ago in Short Stories

the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.

You're quiet today, he says.

I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell him—I am learning to accept the end of the world.

He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' apple—I wonder if I could save them, my mthe problem of evil5 years ago in Socio-political

sXeI'm just a kid. No, scratch that - I'm just a punk kid; isn't that what you'd call me? I've got a pierced eyebrow and a pierced lip. My hair is long, shaggy, and black with purple streaks. I've got over twenty tattoos and circles under my eyes from one too many late nights. I'm just a dumb, punk kid, and you hate me, don't you? You know I'm a user and an abuser. You know that if I didn't have this leather jacket on, you'd see a line of needle marks up my arm. You know those circles under my eyes are from nights spent drinking, downing pint after pint, popping pills like candy. You know that in five years I'll not be able to climb a flsXe6 years ago in Socio-political

George W. Bush Dictionary

Dictionary layout: The words and phrases in George W. Bush English are defined in American English explanations.

Operation Iraqi Liberation - The acronym.

Operation Enduring Freedom - Operation Enduring OUR Freedom. Not Yours. Ours. Bitch.

France - Next place to bomb. And I'll rename it "Freedomland."

John Ashcroft - Big Brother.

England - Home of cheerleader captain Tony Blair.

Osama bin Laden - Who?

Donald Rumsfeld - Mr. Wargasm.

Coalition of the Willing - All the little countries who know we'd bomb the fuck out of them if they tried anything against us.

Weapon of Mass Destruction - Any weapon with enough power to decimate a laGeorge W. Bush Dictionary9 years ago in Socio-political

MC - CHP 1Acceptance is a valued thing in all worlds. In ours it is a forgotten thing.
They have always said that our world has a lot in common with yours.
Stepping in should require no adjustment at all.

Welcome to World No. 0042

Also Known As: Two Types and Technology
(Because Most Inhabitants Think That’s A Stupid Name, It Is Affectionately Referred To As: Triple T)

PART ONE: The Beginning oMC - CHP 15 years ago in Socio-political

The AddictionThere was once a woman named Terra. She was a dedicated mother, who provided her children with everything they would ever need: food, shelter, medicine…

But as all children do, they rebelled—violently. They hacked off her gorgeous hair, left gashes in her beautiful skin, and covered her in rancid trash…

And still, she loved and provided for them.

Then one day, they found their drug.

It was black, sludgy, sticky, poisonous, yet they treasured it. Becoming addicted, they breathed it, burned it, adored it. They'd pay any cost, whether it be loss of life, harming themselves, or slowly killing their mother.

Over the years, TerrThe Addiction3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

no atheists."well, like, i'm just saying: you can't disprove science."

several kids turned around in their desks. their bibles were pinned open, between either a palm or an elbow, the thin pages of their current verse looking up towards the ceiling.

father reinholst paused then said, "...i don't think there's any place in biology for science, jane."

every pair of eyes were boring hot little holes into jane's body. if they stared any harder she might turn into swiss cheese. "i'm not saying you're wrong, i'm just saying that maybe instead of the bible we could look at maybe...a textbook. charles darwin said-"

he held up his hand to stop her. "jane, stono atheists.3 years ago in Short Stories

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