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TW: Drugs, Loss, Death If you read this story, please comment your thoughts, writing tips, ect. Good or bad, give me some feedback please :) --------------------------------------------------------------- Everything was pitch black and then the lights came on. Blindingly bright lights from somewhere up above, possibly directly over his head. He knows he should be here, but he can’t remember ...
I won’t do it, not this year. There is absolutely no way in hell that I will do it. F*** those kids. Their snotty little remarks, the punches thrown, the endless – and I mean ENDLESS – calls from the school office. I will not do it. Sure, the kids will be upset. When they bounce down the stairs on Christmas morning, sugarplums from their dreams forgotten in the excitement, they will all stop mid stride a...
A sharp metallic shot rings out. I was nothing. Then, I was something. A little speck of consciousness with no direction. So, I run. N...
----------------------------------------------------------------TW (also spoiler to the year of life I describe): drug abuse, suicide---------------------------------------------------------------- As I look at the sunset, surrounded by people that I love and who love me back, I can’t help but to think back on the events that lead me here. How the universe gave me the worst year of my life to force me to where I...
A short rendition of "The Final Now" by Gregory Benford - A short story that made me laugh, and cry, and touched my heart in more ways then I can describe.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------“It’s been a very long time my friend.” Said One as he joined Two over two thousand meters down the cave that the mortals called Veryovkina. A light trickle of water could be heard but only barely seen in the torches light.“Yes, yes it has.” Two slumped furt...
TW: Not Christian Like Content (lol), 18+, ViolenceI wake up in the morning and know something is off. After pushing back the black hair that fell in my face during the night, I stretch and make myself get out of bed. Black bra covered by a black shirt, black panties under my black shorts, I step into the bathroom and start taking on the bird’s nest of snarls. Black lipstick, an even darker black on my eye lids, and two beautiful wisps of black eyeliner later, I am almost ready for the day. Hopping around tryi...
Crunch, crunch, crunch, the sound of dead leaves Crunch, crunch, crunch, how happy we can be Crunch, crunch, crunch, we’ll take the building back Crunch, crunch, crunch, nature will not lack This land, This land Belongs to us, not them...
To: President Hoover From: Tillia Mischulani1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW Return Address: N/AWashington, DC 20500 &nb...
TW: Child Abuse The first night that we moved in, we arrived in the dark. The street lights were on but the houses were all dark. I climbed up the stairs to what would be my new bedroom and immediately hung up my poster before laying the sleeping bag out. Although I had slept in the car for most of the fourteen hour drive here, I was exhausted already when thinking about the furniture that would have to be moved in tomorrow. Teeth brushed, pajamas on, and a glass of water beside me, I looked out my window onto the street...
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