Brushing plants aside, Vera walked into the jungle. Away from the fire, the last lick of the sun made her skin glisten with sweat. She walked hunched in search for food as her mind traveled elsewhere. The first time she saw Kaiya was two earth years ago. Kaiya was strolling up and down aisles in the grocery store, food overflowing in her hands. "She's supposed to help the Absolute War?"...

Added 18 Jun 2017 | Category Fantasy | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 611 | 1 Comment

Dead trees over encumbered with snow surrounded the frozen lake. He loomed over her. His black cellular robes covered his face as if he didn't have one. She stared blankly into his gaping hole. "Accompany me" he hissed as he extended a claw. Lifting her hand to his, she walked alongside him. Her first step on the ice, she could swear she could almost feel a chill creep up her spine. ...

Added 17 Jun 2017 | Category Fantasy | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 590 | 3 Comments

Apathy clung suffocating her Inhaling boredom, exhaling emptiness Daily life a blur She welcomed change with bitterness Her bones wracked with discomfort Weighted down by inferiority Complete annihilation of effort A grave lack of superiority Her brain sucked dry Thoughts brimming with criticism Pleading; Wanting to cry She lacked this mechanism Existence on the edge of a knife...

Added 16 Jun 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 341 | 1 Comment

I open my eyes to the harsh sunlight, proudly beaming through my window It doesn't cleanse away the dread or mundane sorrow Pushing greasy hair away from my face Walk out the door, down the steps, repressing my failure to communicate From down the street, you call my name, but in my daze, it's distorted As I approach closer to you, a grin sprawls across your face I force myself...

Added 22 Oct 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 626

He sits wide-eyed, staring at an unmarked page Tapping his pen on the table, adrift in thought Confined by his unoriginal ideas. Words fly through his mind like pigeons "It feels too familiar," he whispers reflectively He pauses noticing the silence of his surroundings Putting his pen at the ready, A dot of ink forms a perfect circle on the page He begins to write, A...

Added 21 Apr 2016 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 499 | 4 Comments