Love
a sad ghost story
You can’t see me, can you? I’m invisible to you, aren’t I? “I want to honor their memory.” You say to the crowd with tears dripping down your face, though I know you’re wishing so desperately to stop them. I know you hate crying in front of people.
By Mel Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
A Forest Alive
Upon a glance, the forest speaks a thousand tongues. One snap of a twig, and a deer’s head shoots up, alert. The squirrels gossip within the hollow trees, while the birds race through the leaves. A forest’s language is foreign to most; only the true believers can understand the murmurings of the soil. And in understanding, one can sense the changes. The forest grows dark with rage upon the sight of decay, and the power it unleashes is powerful. Perhaps, a feeling becomes stronger, because it is being taken away so suddenly. I’m an expert on this, because I am going to die soon. I know it, the forest knows it. It feels like abandoning a good friend, and I feel the helplessness of my situation. But I believe the forest will go on, despite the loss of a believer. If only more people were able to see the beauty and loss of the forest...then there wouldn’t be so much regret for leaving.
By Carson Yenchar4 years ago in Fiction
A Forest Alive
Upon a glance, the forest speaks a thousand tongues. One snap of a twig, and a deer’s head shoots up, alert. The squirrels gossip within the hollow trees, while the birds race through the leaves. A forest’s language is foreign to most; only the true believers can understand the murmurings of the soil. And in understanding, one can sense the changes. The forest grows dark with rage upon the sight of decay, and the power it unleashes is powerful. Perhaps, a feeling becomes stronger, because it is being taken away so suddenly. I’m an expert on this, because I am going to die soon. I know it, the forest knows it. It feels like abandoning a good friend, and I feel the helplessness of my situation. But I believe the forest will go on, despite the loss of a believer. If only more people were able to see the beauty and loss of the forest...then there wouldn’t be so much regret for leaving.
By Carson Yenchar4 years ago in Fiction
Jennifer
Jennifer “What are you thinking about right now?” She would ask this question often. It would be during one of those silences some refer to as awkward. I’d just be idly staring off into space while she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I didn’t like the question. I had no profound answer. My apparently stoic look hid no deep thoughts. In fact, I probably never had anything particularly deep to say. But she would look into my eyes and ask that question. I never had a decent answer.
By Wesley Marvin4 years ago in Fiction
Ineffable doesn't begin to cover it
CHAPTER SIX Sitting on Jessie’s patio, the aroma of barbecued steak permeated the air with smokey nostalgia. It simultaneously spelled the last days of summer and the start of a new project. “It’s already Mid-October. What a fabulous summer don’t you agree?” Jayne sighed. Brimming with joy.
By Jan Portugal4 years ago in Fiction
