Disruption Years it was like that until so many had passed that I knew she was gone for good. I was glad. If I had friends, I think I would have thrown a party, but you can’t make friends with plastic. I was happy that she might have some peace now; that her mind might be restored to its former chaos, its old beauty. I hoped… Time passed so slowly and my eternal life was worse than I...
Synonyms of Empty People pass the dome all the time, but it is mostly forest so I remain unseen unless I wish it otherwise. But I only ever show myself when I see the Professor walk by. Such a blank stare. She is beautiful, but then again so is everyone else on the planet, so I care not for her appearance. Mostly, I just look for a hint of humanity still in her eyes, but they might as well be...
Tainted Immortal The last days of Taint. That is what they call the last few months of imperfection before everyone on the earth changed. The Elders decreed that one person should be left with the taint so that we never forgot our past, but they did. And when they manipulated my body for the job, they made me undying. I am here as an idea forever in the minds of the once-humans; not that they...
Perfection Achieved I am not human. I’m not sure what I am, but I love and hate; I create and destroy; I have balance. Humans do not have such. They did once, but no longer. The last human I saw to have the balance that I possess now was the Professor, but after she helped to create the Dome she abandoned me, charmed by the ease of life they promised. “You could be so...
The Wake An idea, like a seed, had been planted in all the minds of the world. Not all at once, though sometimes, I wish it had been. It would have saved me a lot of pain. The idea had been that perfection was what the world needed; that flaws were the enemy. And it grew and grew into a fact that struck with such intensity that even the sun — with its own perfect burning beauty —...
The Professor Maybe they hadn’t noticed what they were stripping away; they couldn’t have known what they left in its place. She was sure of that. But why couldn’t the world see that? Maybe their warped reality had become just that — a reality. But what a horrible reality it had become. Every day a little bit of humanity drained away, leaving them to become mutations of...
First Death They took away humanity. They poked and prodded; primped and primed which entailed waxing and shaving and colouring; it entailed implants and plastic and suction. They masked the humanity, but the rot lived inside. Perfection was her downfall; imperfection her saviour and she forsook all that made her living – made her real. Her family felt the ugly in her actions and the coroners...
Conversations with an Imaginary Man: Wedding
Watching crazy bitches on T.V. makes me think of how awesome of a girlfriend I am. He laughs at this. I kind of laugh too but seriously, these bitches are crazy. I think I see why people get divourced so much. “They suck?” Yes! Mikale! Like, I really hope that I’m not this awful when I get older. “Not possible. It’s not in your nature. I mean,...
Scattered: Premature Finale
Well, unfortunately, due to life taking place, I’ve decided to discontinue writing Scattered. But due to my friends wanting to kill me without knowing what I had planned, I will be giving a brief summary of what was supposed to have happened: First off, the entire point of the story was basically a reunion of a group of friends who have known each other since high school. Amethyst,...
Scattered: Africa (1)
Dear Ermelinda, My love! I miss you so much. Things are going well here in the States but I feel a giant gap in my soul where my best friends used to lie. We’ve all gone to different places and it makes me sad. But I will not dwell on that…Instead, I will try to fix it! In fact, I have a surprise for you! And I’m giving you ample time to prepare, but I’m coming to...
The Lore of the Blood Tree
There was little comfort in the silence that enveloped the cottage that night. It managed to dig its way in through every crevice, every crack in the walls. And to Leander, there wasn’t a sound loud enough to make it stop — there was nothing that could over power the silence or drown it out or defend against the attacks it brought on Leander, his mind, and the cottage. He could no longer take it....
Conversations with an Imaginary Man: Different
I smile even though we are both looking at memories that would normally bring me to tears. He’s holding out his hand and I place mine in his, allowing him to give mine a squeeze. “I told you things would be better.” I roll my eyes and chuckle. I suppose it’s better. I’m smiling and laughing more like I mean it. “Yes, but it’s not better...
A Lyrical Tragic Comedy of Epic Proportions
In between the four cities of the small province Til, lies a beautiful forest. The forest connects the cities together though the cities themselves, as well as their inhabitants, couldn’t differ any more greatly. To the north lay Comedy — a city made from simple stone. Anything that went wrong in Comedy, didn’t stay wrong for very long. No one was taken too terribly seriously, but they...
Conversations with an Imaginary Man: Alone
I look at him in contempt. There’s more pity in his eyes. But he smiles and his smile is contagious. I can’t help but smile. We are alone because I don’t expect any calls tonight. Besides, I’ve taken medicine to calm me down and it’s working. I kind of just want to smile even if I look stupid smiling at a fixed location at the person who sits next to me in my...
Amethyst glided her eyeliner artfully in a thin line on her top lid. The black, ink-like substance wrote it’s own story with its own calligraphy right there on her eye. It told a story with its precision and perfection, of a girl who had placed part of her soul in learning how to keep a steady hand. And that the girl had spent years perfecting the technique which allowed the flawless execution of...
Conversations with an Imaginary Man: Sad
”You look so sad, my dear…” That would be because I am, Mikael. I want to cry but I can’t make myself. And I feel that if I do cry, it will be for the wrong reasons. I want him to call and make it all better, but I have a feeling that he won’t. This song doesn’t help… ”Heaven forbid you end up alone and don’t know...
Being a writer is sort of like acting. You literally have to become someone else to understand how they would feel, act, react and what they would say in a situation. Sometimes you even have to pretend to be them in order to achieve that. Every character is a piece of you come to life. So, when a character is sad, and you have to decide how they would go about crying, you must put yourself in...
She is sick. Yes, she has a slight cold coming on, but not just sick in that way. She wants something so bad that it hurts — that her chest aches every time she breathes. Every time she thinks about the chaos between her mind and her heart, she wants to cry. She yearns for it. She begs for it. And with all her heart and all her soul and all of her everything, she wishes that she could...
Conversations with an Imaginary Man: Genius and an...
I realized today that sometimes the most amazing thoughts come to me at the most inopportune times. Today, while I was in the shower, I was thinking about poetry and such and came up with the start of something but by the time I was out I didn’t remember what it was I had thought. I asked him if he remembered, after all, he is a figment of my imagination…He must over-hear...
Exercise #3: The Coffee Shoppe
Write a short story or anecdote using the Second Person Narrative: You smile at me. Are you sure it’s me you want to smile at? I point to myself and shrug my shoulders ever so slightly. You chuckle —though I cannot hear from where I sit — and you nod, grabbing your coffee from the woman behind the counter and looking back at me. The smell of coffee is...
Exercise #2: Why Do I Write?
What an interesting prompt… It’s not something I usually think about. If I do think about it, it usually accompanies the question: “Why am I still awake?”. But thinking about it now, I’m not really sure of the answer… I suppose it’s for quite a few reason that I write. For one, I like to and I’m good at it, though I suppose that’s two...
yeahwriters: Prompt submission by ceyren Write about why you write. This is a great exercise for all of you! Also I have that dress. Awesome. Now I just need a typewriter?
Exercise #1: Gravestone
It was a Monday morning like any other. The birds were chirping. The air was crisp. The sky was cloudy with the chance of rain. But as the man walked past grave after grave, he realized that this was not how it should be. This was not how this particular Monday morning should be. The world should not be revolving. It should have stopped when his did. Alas, it still turned. Everyone and...
Another Freaking Blog?
Yeah, Yeah…I know. But I need to separate everything…Otherwise, I would put it on my regular blog. This one is for short stories. Which won’t be updated all that much. Most likely, I will do each story in segments…Kind of like a weekly show thing. Should be interesting. Tell your friends about it if they like short stories about fantasy/fiction/random things <3