This is a compilation of 4 micro fictions... making it a short flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.  *** She walks slowly down the stairs from their little bathroom. Her stomach is sick, and she feels weak, but at least she'll be skinny- she'll look like all those beautiful girls in those magazines. She picks her backpack up, which feels like it weighs a ton, and walks out the door and to the bus stop. Right past her mother, ri...

The ledge was only a few steps away, beneath lied the end, the solution and a new beginning. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. My mother’s boyfriend seems to be the root of all my problems, even though I know it’s not possible. The other day my father told me that I seemed different that weekend. He asked if everything was okay at my moms, and of course I lied and said everything was fine. I looked over the ledge...

To Write A Story Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush teeth. Skip breakfast. Go to class. Pretend to care. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Get up. Get out of bed. Get dressed. Brush, brush, brush those teeth. Feel the pangs of hunger. Ignore them. Get to class late. Sleep. Go home. Sleep. Eat dinner. Sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Can’t sleep. Can never sleep. Monotony. A monotonous affair as stagnant as the Dead Se...

Oh just let me be the black hole, Suck up all your happiness And teasing words, Spit them back out as a  bitter apology, a worthless, desperate cry of help... Stars die and plants shrivel, and as far as your smiles go, they're just depressing reminders  of how far I've got to go.

Abyss “When you gaze into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you” -Friedrich Nietzsche According to Merriam -Webster’s English Dictionary, depression is defined as, “ A psycho neurotic or psychotic disorder marked especially by sadness... inactivity, ... feelings of dejection and hopelessness... sometimes suicidal tendencies.” Depression is also defined as “a sinking surface...hollow space” That’s exactly how my mind fel...

I stare at you,and you stare backI hate what I see,yet still I lookAt my reflection Two years laterI stare once moreNothing has changedI still hate what I seeI hate who I amAnd I hate my reflection Another year goesand I feel trapped in timeNothing gets betterThose were all liesI hate how my eyesAre covered in blackAnd my lips are crackedGrinning back in my reflection It seems no matter how oftenI find a new mirrorI never...

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This is not a happy one, or even a thoughtful one, this is me opening up and exposing the truth and the pain and I am not going to be thinking at all while writing this... if I do, I will not be able to write it. It is all from the heart. *** I don't even remember most of seventh or eighth grade. Supposedly, my middle school was hell anyway so I wouldn't want to, but I don't remember the stuff at home either. I blocked a...

You can't see me,You can't see my teary eyes, Or the tracks down my face, Or the blood slowly trickling from my wrists.Not much left. Almost gone.You can't see me,You can't see my pale face, Or the fear in my eyes, Or the scars all over from his assault.Mind going blank. Almost gone.You can't see me,Not here. He made sure of that. He made sure I was in the dark When I ended my own life.

 It was early spring and most of the snow had melted. I found myself driving to work a little late because I just didn’t want to go, but being late for work wasn’t anything new. Maybe it had been a year since the incident occurred, but it just put me in a slump and even thinking about it made me sick to my stomach. It made me lose touch with all of my friends. I never see them much anymore neither do they have time really...

I have felt so alone, pain you would never knowPain that remains inside you, pain that will never goI have felt this pain. This pain is part of meBut this part I have never let anybody see.I am a soldier in a foreign landGoing up against my enemy, hand to handFighting for a cause irrelevant and deadWar and hatred when I want peace instead.But I stay. I do not move from my placeAnd nobody sees the agony on my faceI remain...

Surrounded by people laughing and joking But I stand alone, my heart is broken. Why is it that the lonely get so depressed And their emotions put to a test. Why is it that we stand alone And in our hearts no light is shone. Why do the lonely feel so out of place And their feelings show on their face. Why is it that we stand alone? We all have feelings, that is known. Alone on a crowded street and the pitter patter Of ever...

Light tries to tumble through my windowBut it only hits the glassAnd bounces back into summer.Curled up on my bed,Huddled under the blanketTo hide the cuts and ribboned pain,I see it throw itselfAgain and again,Hurling itself with rumbunctious abandonTo slap me in the face and throw me to the ground.Meaningless.The light cannot touch me now.Night jasmine is sweet and beautifulAnd scents the air with delicious perfume.It h...

There is too much pain growing redwoodsThrough this ugly body of blubber.The world has become a teeming massOf claw-covered, razor-toothed monsters,Chasing what is left in the void.Friends have become knife-wielding enemiesAnd change into spectral whispers,Laughing as they swipeAnd crush any fingertip of vulnerabilityLeft forgotten,Open and surrounded asThe main gates are barred in terror.Gifts become sinister,Smiles are...

We all have a home; a shell that we live in. For some, it is a mansion with Georgian pillars and lakes in the grounds. For others, it is a merry townhouse, near the shops where friends call every day and invite us to visit their homes, too. For some, they are wandering in a vast desert, lost to the world and themselves. Others have ramshackle hovels where tattered sheets of hessian flap and snap in the wind, whilst others...