Keep your shoulders icy, And keep your secrets safe. When life gets somewhat dicey, When all you love is strafed. Sorrow isn’t useful, It burns away the life. So little of it youthful, Why waste it all on strife? Remember those who’ve lost you, Not the ot...
Find your next favourite story now
Login
Regret Stories
The chill sets in whenever I approach, It's been that way since she lost faith in me. However much I try there's still reproach.This cannot be the way it's meant to be. Forgiveness now would be a kindly actFor what our love has been to her and me,Because...
Earl Powell pushed a shopping cart filled with two huge bags of dog food up to the counter. He also had three pouches of bacon-flavored treats, several packages of flea treatments, and boxes and boxes of little blue bags. There was very little in the cart...
Broken Bones
A small piece of my pastI'm still trying to figure outWhat I have become,I used to get so high,Everything was numb,A lifetime of memories,Many have now faded,I didn't plan to live my lifeAbsolutely jaded,Repeating the apocalypticHell of yesterday,The smallest taste of HeavenIs t...
The chill is setting in I feel the loss againmy life is good I knowbut I still miss her so It was no goal of minenever meant by designmy heart is deep in painbecause it's been in vain No more of the laughterthat always came after our sessions of frolicmy...
Words and Writing
Picture Prompt 1 - Fluttering words in the bramble mind.As I sit here writing, words flutter from the breezes in my fertile mind. So often, I try to put them on paper or utter them aloud. They come out in a jumble, as if I pulled them from the brambles in my mind. I use words to communicate and inform, to conf...
I heard the door close today. A soft sigh of air pushed aside. You, home with me after all this time.The water in my bath shimmered.Droplets cascaded over out thrust breasts as I shifted, Longing to feel your touch along my flank. Did the floor creak? A p...
I Am a Bramble Thorn
A person reflects upon an uncaring life--inspired by the first pictureI am but a protruding thorn.The only reason I was bornwas to create pain and push life away. I reach to touch a fading sunand think of all the sins I’ve done.I lie beneath the brambles as I pray. The barren hand that I was dealtwas that I simply never fel...
Get Free access to these great features
- Create your own custom Profile
- Share your imaginative stories with the community
- Curate your own reading list and follow authors
- Enter exclusive competitions
- Chat with like minded people
- Tip your favourite authors
The past remains the past, The present must be faced. The future comes at last, Don't let us judge in haste. Forgiveness is the rule, A new life must begin.Thus though the hurts were cruel Forget and love again. Remember all the good, Let pass all of the...
The Hospital Visit
A husband visits his wife in the hospital. Written for a 55 word story contest.…………………………………………………………………………….. This was written for a micro fiction contest in which the story has to be exactly fifty-five words long. This filler is provided so that the entire story does not appear in the preview. …………………………………………………………………………….. ……………...
Are we always to be ships passing in the night? Will you never forget the past and let us live? Do you ever expect to regret and make right? Or is your heart so deadened by pain to forgive? We are sharing a space but I live out of sight. You ignore my new...
The day I said goodbye to the man I once thought I could not live without The silver Georgia sky was dense With murky pregnant clouds And the fresh scent of an emergent rain Infused the air all around We sat only inches apart on the wrap-around porch Of t...
Thanksgiving—The Mourning After
A man reflects upon Thanksgiving from the turkey’s point of view.My knees began to wobbleas I heard your final gobbleand the ax came down and severed off your head.I knew you had a brotherand a father and a motherbut I chose to see you just as food instead.It must be so unnervingknowing you will be a servingand that be...