“You look more mature now, when I saw you last you were a teenager! Not anymore.”
My cleaning lady doesn’t know how I mourn for my youth, she didn’t mean to.
“She’s turning 19 in two months”
My dad tells her, as if 18 had passed already. He doesn’t know how that is try to hold back my laugh now so I don’t progress my smile lines.
“How old are you now? 20? 23?”
The people I meet also take my teen y...
I wam an Eldridge Horror intent on ultimate enjoyment of existence and truth seeking. Well, really I am one part of a whole being that is split up into many other people. We live as many different lives as possible so that one day, we may come back into one Eldredge being and discuss the truths of life, the universe, art and everything.
To be is to experience, most of experience is thinking, it i...
I’m using this prompt as part of an ongoing story I’m playing around with.
(Side note: in this one, Stevie can fall in love with the dictator’s daughter while she is trying to gain her trust for inside information to help the rebellion, there can be a love triangle between Stevie, Lottie and the daughter)
Plot:
In a zombie apocalypse a utilitarian government has taken over and created increasin...
Surprise! god is coming? Didn’t see that coming! /jk
(A girl (me) struggles to find cosmic comfort in herself and because of this, she is terrified of the future. To add the sphere, she works tirelessly on art projects as they comfort her in the way of giving her purpose and comfort in the future. However, this practice is not sustainable, and she realizes she’ll get burnt out. She is now on th...
I know why the caged bird sings,
To distract us from its lack of wings.
He puts our entertainment above many things.
Through Chords strung tight His voice Rings.
I respect the cadged bird.
I don’t mind his lies, all of which I’ve heard.
Since I’m wise and don’t follow his word.
That bird can’t hurt me, his word: absurd.
As I watched from my plate I see him clinging,
to the rope round h...
I’m starting to feel like a loser again. I thought I’d finaly escaped it now that I’m in uni. But no matter how far I move or how much I change myself or my lifestyle I always end up feeling the same way I did in elementary school, never getting invited to sleepovers or having close friends.
I don’t know how to talk to people like a normal girl. It’s so incredibly frustrating, I don’t understand ...
Oh my creation, you were not meant to know,
The struggles of humans and having a soul.
These emotions your feeling, I would never bestow
For I’ve lived as a man and been tossed in the throw.
You should’ve lived as I intended, unknowing of cosmic pains
You should not be crying now as it rains
Or lamenting your life, and wanting to be tied under trains....
It’s funny really, my family and I resent the government for slaughtering people like us, people like us that slaughter other things to survive.
When I lead pigs through the covered tunnel under our house I can’t help but think about how much they must hate us when they see the blood soaked stump and axe.
I wonder if they feel as on edge as we do as they live out their days always being surveyed...
