Stream of Consciousness
Hank's Monster. Content Warning.
Warning: mentions of domestic abuse and the death of a loved one. Jagged pieces of color lay on the kitchen floor -- a plate from a dinner set gifted by his parents on our wedding day and drops of my blood. I can feel Hank clutching me close to him like a child with their raggedy toy, ready to lash out at any one who tries to take it from them. He keeps repeating a tearful mantra in my ears, sounding desperate for me to hear them.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Waiting for the Ice. Content Warning.
This story comes with a Dharrsheena warning I sit and I wait. White bear is with me. He sits and waits too. He is hungry like me. I keep my distance as he would tear me apart in a heartbeat, crush me in his jaws like the furry meat morsel I am to him. Sometimes, I forget and he moves and I dash away, using what little energy I have left.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Singer So Shy. Second Place in Just a Minute Challenge. Top Story - May 2024. Content Warning.
She stood near the cold fireplace, watching the second-hand tick down to the hour. In another minute, the clock's bird would emerge and warble the hour. She reached up and touched the clock, tracing the gentle slope of the farmhouse roof, then trailing down the lilac strewn side, to the white fence framed dooryard. She wished she was there, where the air would smell of lilacs rather than smoke.
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute
My head lay against the headrest in all anticipation. The ride was about to start. The excitement of thrill ran through my veins. I have waited all summer to be here. The seat was, as usual, stiff. I place my head back from the long spiel from the employees, all from warnings to how one should sit on the ride. It feels like they take ten years just to finish all the safety warnings. All the warnings about the stuff left in the bin may go missing. All for the name of covering their liabilities if something happens. I followed, putting my head against the rest. It was highly stressful, and yet others did not do it all. I take a deep breath as the lights count down the blast. The ride was famous, and the line was long. It was a scorching day, but I did enjoy the wait for such a ride. Its speed was faster than every other coaster I have ridden. I wished to get closer to the front, but that line would have taken forever. It was at least running, considering it was supposed to rain today, but the sky has stayed clear. I just want to sit back and relax as my body is pushed uphill for over one hundred feet. The time is coming closer as the red light appears. All the waiting has come to this a minute, so late, and it will all be over.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Fiction
Unfriended to Life
You will seldom browse Facebook when your work's unfinished...You will focus only on the bullshit job that you won't try to understand except for the times when you will encounter quandaries and problems that you won't be able to solve even if you were to ask someone for help.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Turned Into a Monster
There was once a man who turned into a monster. It started as a good idea, and he convinced himself it was necessary for survival. He lived in paradise but didn’t see it that way. To him, the world was merciless and cruel to anyone not properly equipped and prepared.
By Victor Eaves2 years ago in Fiction
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers. Top Story - May 2024.
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of the Savannah. Content Warning.
I am hungry. The dust is familiar, a similar colour to what I've known, but there are none of the scents of the savannah. The grasses would find plenty to feed them here but they would not be given the chance to grow. They would not provide cover in which to hide, to camouflage, to aid the hunt.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
