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By Skittles Butterface
A depressing monologue from a distraught and desperate mind.
Inspired by a three year situation, feelings were purged to create this piece that I am proud of and, personally, find exhilarating.
I just felt to write about how we become more and more dependent on machines. And it made me ask myself the question: are machines and depending on them good, or are we running head against the wall?
I'm not lucky in life at all, so I'm sad and disappointed lots of times. At times like these, I usually write a poem to give my sadness away. This is a poen which was made this way.
By Star Novels
this is about a couple. the guy is changing and avoiding the girl hence she is sharing her heart's pain hoping that he wont read this.
I had written this long back when I was kind of semi-conscious, with a lot of spelling mistakes. Found it yesterday so thought of publishing it (after rectifying the spellings). :D
By Christian Nelson
A young man's desperation who is allowed to linger a bit too much in thought.
For FrootLoop246's contest, where you have to write about a certain type of apocalypse.
I chose 'Extreme Natural Disasters'. Comment and tell me what you think! Thanks. Milly.
A doctor wakes up in a strange room, not knowing how he got there or why he is tied to a chair. His captor appears with a gun and an extensive range of surgical tools. He tells his hostage what he intends to do, why it must be done and why the doctor has no choice but to agree and let it happen....
She was alone Unwanted. Actually she wished she were alone. Or did she? This is a short story I wrote one day when I was feeling bad about myself. It always makes me feel guilty for whining when I imagine people who have it worse than me. Enjoy!
By Rose Burg
Gena lives in a dystopia; her world controlled by diplomatic rulers, Gena has not had an easy sixteen years. Her house is like a tin-foil diorama a seven-year-old would make and bullet shells became toys as she grew up.
(Written for a short story contest)
Short Story | Updated Jun 23, 2013 | Reads: 63 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 12
By Mackenzie Birchwood
Wishing I could turn off my brain.
my mother has breast cancer. I remember when she told me, it hit me so hard, and how I blamed myself for everything, and how I so desperately prayed for forgiveness. she wont die, well, not until shes old, but its still the scariest thing in the world, that one word that you never want to hear
By Maximum Red
i woke up from a nightmare one night and had only the phrase 'spinning and directionless wont let myself give in' i knew id never sleep until i poured out the poem that was straining to escape and this is what it was.
Four leaf clovers? The first star in the sky? Shooting Stars? 11:11? Blowing away of birthday candles? There are different superstitions about having wishes come true, but they are not necessarily true.