there is a grey area
Trotting in, the darkness is carried on the back of one black horse. All the faces of the world, float on black behind this steed of darkness. On the opposite…
Friends are not friends.
Spinning Swirling Sideways Falling Turning Trying Tumbling Calling Overdosing, Not my choosing. You can blame me All you want. But I was pressured. Not my…
BAD Poetry (for D.E. Dewitt's cool challenge)
Oh rosy Rosalind I’ve been pinned By a gentle breeze That carries My whine with its wind I am Vacant-- A vagrant Spitting phlegm Needing some semblance Of…
Ain't Got Nothin'
“Whazzat?” Eli stumbles over a loose floor panel, kicking crushed, empty beer cans. Another can is in his hand, little drops slipping down the side onto his…
Moment's Silence
Before anyone could think to turn it off in good taste, a vid screen showed the results of the rupture. The monitoring unit one deck up and nearly 4oo meters…
Bright eyes, a tiny hand [or, To my cousin]
Look at you, dear cousin. A new creature in the world, and probably curious to see what it has in store, judging from your sparkling eyes. They’re beautiful…
Unfinishable Boredom
Where are all my friends? My world is much quieter without them. I guess that’s why I think all time Straighten up my mind give my body a chance to rewind…
Dark Dreaming
This is The Dream. I remember it so vividly, because of how eerily it mirrored the events that were soon to occur... I’m sitting in a room. _A large…
Bookmark Part 2
1 hour later. The theatre created an isolated universe for Arthur, free from the frustrations of his day. No further catalysts to further his anger and…
Bookmark Part 1
The bookmark. Simple, usually free, but used by millions. It saves your spot. A placeholder haphazardly thrown in to a book. For most, the bookmark has the…
Sophia vs Internet
She rarely uses me anymore. Why bother working for her, if she only likes me sometimes? I do so much for her; connect her with her Ficly friends, she gets to…
So Close
“Austin!” I say as he opens the door to his room. I take a glance at where Austin’s book is and thank God for it being placed exactly where I found it. “Sorry…
Oh my God (I)
“I’m sorry, can you... can you repeat that?” I ask. I know what he said, but I have to hear it again to make sure I didn’t mistake any words. “You’re about a…
Courage in the Courtyard (part 1)
To my dismay, that twerp still haunts me in my dreams on occasion. Thankfully, when she appears in them, I do not let her turn them into nightmares. She just…
The Eye
The dreams started a week ago. I’ve had one every night since, and I think I’m going mad. I’m always sitting at my computer in them, not doing anything…