The piercing sound of my alarm jolted me awake, and I groggily reached over to silence it. As I slowly emerged from the hazy realm of sleep, the weight of the previous day's events settled upon me. I turned to Jess, her peaceful form still cocooned in the warmth of the blankets, and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead, silently wishing her a day filled with tranquility. Making my way to the kitchen, I dressed for the da...

I wake up every morning from a total lack of sleep, soaking wet with tears and sweat from notions that I keep. I still can feel the bruises from the beating that I got, a belt to mesh with tender flesh – it happens quite a lot. My parents say they love me, but I know it isn’t true, another ruse my dad will use to beat me black and blue. When every session’s over and my blouse – a bloody mess, I try to gain composure, and...

The Girl was exhausted by their deep discussion on the Nature of God, the universe, and reality. She was also recovering from what looked like a significant beating, which showed on her face, and the parts of her arms and legs that were visible. Bear was very much aware of how tired she would be, so encouraged her to lie on the couch when she had begged not to be left alone, to stay in the great room with him. He also sus...

She flees his clutches, running for the trees as he spews threatening words through rancid, liquored breath. He doesn't follow her, fearing the rumored monster living within the forest. He appears - the golden-eyed wolfman. As he licks her wounds, she nuzzles against his warm fur.  Transforming, his lips take over, showing her gentleness with soft kisses. He cradles her damaged body, protecting her as she sleeps. Waking i...

The Bear yawned and stretched, then walked out into the sunlight. He thought it was about time to patrol his territory, marking it out, and making sure other carnivores weren’t taking liberties. That Mama brown bear seemed particularly to like trying to nudge her boundaries over onto his, but he guessed that was because she had two littlies to worry about now. So, Bear started ambling along, enjoying the day, checking tha...

This is not my story, it’s Chrissy’s story, and you’ll understand why she’s not telling it in a while. And it’s a true story, though I’ve changed the names and places for obvious reasons. The beginning of the end happened when my wife and I drove, frantically, along NY-68 south from Canton in upstate New York, near the Canadian border, looking for Chrissy. We actually drove right past her, then Jenny called out and made m...

My heart slumbers in chainsWhich leave out the light-And suck in all the night   Dark and dismal  Let it be  ...can I ever be free? Rising from ash  I crawl and grip the green earth  Savaged and beaten  I plead to be heard   Desperate to see  A little light for me  ...can I ever be free?   Challenging my own strengthI am hell-bent on not giving upI’ll free myself from your sucker love  ...just let me be me My pleading cri...

(Author's Note: This piece is about an evil man. If you're offended by evil deeds, please don't read this. If you have a gentle soul, please protect it. Go read an emotionally uplifting story that will add value to your life. For me, this was cathartic to write. I don't know how long I will keep it posted. The truth-of-things is often ugly and sometimes it is better not to know the truth. But I also know that sometimes on...

The small drops of blood had now dried up from my wounds as I lay down on the cold floor of our basement. It had been over an hour now and I was tired from all the crying.  The pain was unbearable and yet this wasn't even the worst.  There had been worse times. When he would tie me up in our basement and beat me up while he mouthed all sorts of profanities until I was unconscious.  I was nothing but a mistake to him, a bu...

John held perfectly still as he leaned against the tree. The deer moved cautiously out of the trees onto the meadow. First, a doe with her fawn stepped out. Looking all around, walking sort of jerk, jerk, look. Finally, the rest followed, last of all came the buck. Still cautious, he stepped forward with authority, like when Dad came in for supper.Holding his breath, afraid anything might spook them john watched in wonder...

She came on the winds,as a perfectly shaped dream.Her stunning black skirt,and blouse coloured cream. Although with a friend,she had there in tow.A cinema companionand so, soon to go. We started to chat,and both our smiles came,then something ignited.A slow burning flame. Time seemed to stop,My heart it did pound.I knew that a true friend,at last had been found. It took a few weeks,before I saw her again.The same pub as b...

Have you ever noticed that abusive families stay that way generation after generation? Why? Logically this should not be. After all in an abusive relationship there are two roles, Abuser, and Victim. Obviously if an Abuser starts a new generation then the offspring will be forced to play Victim. But eventually a Victim should hook up with a Victim and the abuse should end. But it doesn't! Why? After much thought and obser...

In the black ball of the sky the weary moon tries to outdo the stars, but it is too much for the ancient fool! The haystacks, like sliced hot dogs sauced in black, blend into the deep grey night, and are recklessly in denial. The wind, though icy, coddles the darkling landscape, yet nothing roosts. She pulls out the short thick rope from her college bag, fixes it gloriously to a tree branch, slips her young head through t...

she died this morning, her bony little hands clutching her pigeon chest, a look almost of relief on her tiny face. sitting upright on the hard chair he feels a cold black thrill, like the Nazi he is. what will he do now? he's not used to being alone. he goes upstairs where the Body lies, his mouth twisting into a maelstrom of rage as he mutters a curse on those merciful spirits who have taken her from him.he'd kill her ag...

once I watchedjust afterduska hugeflock of birdsfly massively froman old mildewed pier.deserted it was;the pier I mean.it had sat therein itsstinking mould for manyyears,friendless and alone.then the birds,crows I’m sure,(though they say crowsonly roost in trees)detached themselvesfrom the dark silhouetteand skimmed the sky.as one smallflockpassed overheada singlecrywas uttered.it pierced mybrainlikean ice-colddart,bringi...