" Hey Lukas, we need to go somewhere before you can open anymore gifts" said Bob (Lukas' father), Lukas walks out the door and into the car while stepping on the cold and white snow, when they were in the car they had noticed a lot of pets being walked, some were dressed up with little gaskets and others that had nothing on. They arrived at the place, Lukas looks up and notices that it says " PET STORE", He jumps with excitement and runs inside the store. While inside he grabs a collar, leash, food and water bowl and...
Revelation
The gloomy moon rose above the dull sky, as Michael Scearry lay there, in the streets of suburbia, stoned. The strong sounds of the trees swaying in the rushing wind was a difference from the scene that was set and created an eerie atmosphere to the night. Michael had awoken from his slumber, unable to glance at even the light illuminating off the surface of the moon due to his constricted pupils. His mouth, dry and his nostrils, raw from the heavy amounts of heroin he inhaled the night prior.
Michael rose in a daze, unsteadily, though eventually regained...
"I'm sorry", the two words that shattered her world. She let the dial tone ring out, as a hot tear ran down her cheek. A tingling sensation ran down her spine. Thoughts raced through her mind, while time passed so slowly. Everything was going so well, what could she have done wrong?
Her natural instinct was to run, but she couldn't move as the cool air threatened to choke her. Clambering over her bedframe and wrapping herself in her warm bedcovers, the ones where she'd spent hours talking to him on the phone. The moon shone through her window, reminding...
There was a young man but so much unlike a normal man he was. He was always put in solitude, never let neer others. There was a reason for this his, he was to dangerous his father would say to him. But he did not think this he did not think people would fear him. One day he had been walking through the courtyard and he spotted something in the corner, this was what he needed a tunnel. So the following night he crawled through and ended up in a town and smelled something so sweet.....blood.
My brother said feet aren't always the problem. He grabbed my arm and said this is sometimes the worst problem. Your arm can get caught in the handles of the safety boat. When it opens and releases, when it pops open, it has some loops that get caught in people arms and hands. They panic and get sucked under water. "How do you know this happens?" "Has it happened to you?"
"no, it hasn't". I've seen videos. I watch many, many videos to prepare myself. The more gruesome the better. I figure I need to prepare for the worst, that's...
Could there be a bigger fool? Who stands in the rain, waiting for a girl that doesn't even like him that way? Or probably doesn't like him that way.
Her class was done ten minutes ago, and she should have been out by now. Her text was pretty clear - she just needed someone to help her carry her stuff to the car. He was close, he had an umbrella, he was an idiot, and he loved her. The perfect combination.
He supposed that she knew how he felt, that she was just... what? Taking advantage of him? Maybe. He...
The visitor asked, "Can you write a story without a prompt?"
"I don't know," said the writer. "I've never tried."
"Really? You mean all those stories you wrote arose from something you'd seen or heard?"
"Or something I'd read. Tasted. Felt. Wondered about."
"And the novels? The poems? That terrible album you wrote and recorded?"
The writer smiled. "Yes, all of them. I need to have something to start from, some germ of a concept that I can build on. It's like the way a jazz musician riffs off a set theme. They start with what they have and make...
Prompt: Lola
“Who’s for another?” it came out as one word. Jack knew it and hid the knowledge with busy bustle. He wove towards the bar with a half-dozen empty glasses and the promise of help when he was served, but that detail was forgotten as Emily spoke in her soft voice.
“Does anybody here know the library?”
“Not since school,” was one answer. “Not old enough yet,” was another.” I have the internet at home,” said a third. I didn’t want Emily to lose interest in the face of such flippancy, so I tried to help.
“I go sometimes,”...
They laughed at the little thing as it squirmed
The dark water so close but so far away now in their minds
The way things change the eye flits away reconstructs
Safety is everywhere in this dangerous time, safety is in the struggling eyes of a small thing
They left it to it's toil the diurnal nocturnal pull of it's nature
Clinging to the raft looking at the shore
The sun warm and pure on it's matted fur
I was scared. I could see another perspective of myself. Did I want this to happen, no, but did it happen for a reason, think so. I had everything jut a few weeks ago,
it went away so quickly. I knew that something bad was going to happen as the outcome, but I can't even bare the thought that everything is this would happen. I feared that it would be the end, but as it slowly sank it, mind and body, I thought, this isn't so bad. Everything is going to be gone though, including me...