wishes
This wasn’t how I wanted it to happen. I’d concocted some heroic scene in my mind, one in which people are trying to do things I knew were wrong and I in a…
If you are beleive heavily in the supernatural and this challenge freaks you out I understand. (Or if it just freaks you out.) Death is a scary thing. It is the most natural occurence in the world besides: mating, using the bathroom and blinking. But who wants to write about those categories. (Mating excepted) So in this challenge what I want you to write is simple. Write your own death. Spooky huh? Choose the way you would go, whether it was *OUT IN A BANG* or just quietly. You can make it epic, you can make it funny, but please don't bang anyone's entries. I understand that this could be a sensitive challenge, and I don't want to be known as the author who started FAWWI. Ficly Author's World War One. So be creative and be sensitive. I extended this challenge due to the unprecedented response.
This wasn’t how I wanted it to happen. I’d concocted some heroic scene in my mind, one in which people are trying to do things I knew were wrong and I in a…
The florescent lights of the emergency room shined down around me. A curtain hung on small chains from a track on the ceiling. I held your hand and tried to…
Have you ever seen the waves, Closing above your head, Sinking like a stone in a garden pond, Like a weight made of lead, Have you ever heard the song…
I turn up the music and nod my head to the beat. “Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings!” I shout “Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.” He…
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Thoughts swirl in my mind everytime I close my eyes. As a result, I toss and turn, the covers gathering…
What’s the point of living, if you don’t take chances? I hit the excellarator and let the car fly. Jackson was a wimp; he wouldn’t last long. He’d probably…
At the beginning, only tiny beads of rain fell onto our bare shoulders as we danced slowly in the school courtyard. You and I had both agreed that the music in…
Why? Why didn’t I listen to my mom like a good little girl? Why did I have to be so rebellious? Well now I had to pay the price. I tried to pry the hands that…
There’s an old song that says when your time comes, there aint no good way to go about it. That there aint no use in screaming or shouting. I lived fast…
We were arm in arm, walking alongside the river. The moon was perfectly reflected on the surface of the water. I snuggled close into you to keep warm and you…