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Lack of Motivation is a Peaceful Bathtub

For my writing class, I had to create a poem related to a random metaphor my teacher came up with.

you close your eyes, and you let yourself sink lower,  let the warm water lap at your skin  and melt against your goose bumps,  the stark contrast of the bitter cold above you  and the warmth beneath you  taking you by surprise. the image suddenly shatter...

The Power of Words

Darker than my usual, surprising even me. Be wise with your words because this could easily be true.

Due to the brevity and darkness of this piece, I have decided to leave a few lines blank, so not to spoil it. Hey, let's face it bitch: You suck as an artist; you have no creativity, you're a fucked up, hopeless shitty person, a plagiarist, and anything y...

Hope

I need my hope.

The light,Blissful and soft.Warm and inviting.Sometimes it calls me,I never listen.But what would it be like?The right cocktail of drugs,Slowly slipping away,No pain, just a blissful feeling.But in the darkness......Hope.A feeling? A person! It keeps me g...

Once she dangled her feet in the blue water And sang around the campfire And toasted marshmallows And drank Coke And took photos of her friends and hung them on the refrigerator That was the time when she loved her sister And thought her mom hung the moon...

The last time I saw you, we were barely fifteen and yet gathering no attention when we took our usual seats on the rickety wooden bench at the playground on 5 th street. All the mothers there knew us, we’d been there so long, and we in turn knew them and...

Promises Ya know, those things you make just to break? The things that people hold onto when all else is gone The things made so easily, and broken easier If you only knew the things you’ve said The things you do, the things you hear They can change peopl...

A Horse

A sad story of a long marriage

Walt was a handsome Norwegian cowboy. His wife, my Aunt Pat, was a squat Native American woman with hazel eyes.He'd cheated on her for years, and was standing before a judge asking for a divorce so he could be with Mary. When the legalities and accounts s...

My Salty Grave

Somewhere off the coast of Massachusetts...

If my life I wished to end, I’d throw myself out far, Past the foam my ship creates, Into the navy dark. Within the waves I’d teeter, Down and up, down, down. The remnants of my last regretful will- Soon by the sea are overthrown. Above- my eyes see the l...

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Life Without Shadows

There are always friends even in the most darkest corners.

The gun was cold in my mouth, I blinked and looked across the table at my shadow sulking and mimicking my sad state. We had a good run, but now it was time to end it. I was about to pull the trigger but then my shadow did something unexpected. It put down...

Crazy Calm

I have this playlist on YouTube titled Awareness, it contributed greatly to this piece.

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 th...

Burden

There is comfort in being burdened by a friend.

“You don’t have to come,” she mumbled through the phone. I heard a sniff, a cough, and then an apology of some sort. “I’m fine, really.” Hardly convincing, I thought, as I grabbed keys and locked the door behind me, mentally unprepared for the task ahead....

Falling

depression get the best of everyone, but can it be beaten?

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 f...

Just shoot me

Written from the perspective of someone who cant take living any more...just for being different

Verse 1 I’m different I’m stupid I’m sinful I’m losing it I don’t belong here It’s too much to take I want to leave this horrible place Chorus Nobody knows How it feels To feel like I do Nobody loves me Nobody likes me So why am I here Just shoot me Just...

Forgiveness

An old soldier seeks forgiveness

An old man sat in the back of a decrepit yellow taxi. The driver, a young east Indian man, chattered aimlessly over the staticky radio that was forcing out a garbled version of what the old man could only assume was 80's rock. The young driver needed only...

I Fell Out of Bed Twice: Chapter One

Robert's first day of college opens a whole new world to him

Chapter 1: Strangeways, Here We Come September 12, 1987 "Let me tell you about Whitesnake," my roommate Tom shouted as we walked back to Bond Hall from the dining commons. I pretended to be interested he was talking about the worst metal band in the histo...