I’m a bit rusty, which is very unlike a potato, since potatoes don’t rust. But overall, I’m a happy tuber, nestled contentedly in my little plot.
I’m a bit rusty, which is very unlike a potato, since potatoes don’t rust. But overall, I’m a happy tuber, nestled contentedly in my little plot.
A withered corpse bride lingered over the grave, the crimson blood of the roses the only thing that stood out amidst the despairing fog. Her sigh was static, barely discenerible among the creaks and groans of the dying trees surrounding the graveyard. I watched helplessly as she scraped a knotted finger along the seam of the sarcophagus. Her movements were painstaking, tracing the gateway to the r...
You’re dead
I get it
No returnsies
The show must go on
You always whispered
“You’re awesome”
But I couldn’t hear
Didn’t listen
You smiled
Arms folded
Eyes twinkling
Waiting for it
Only I never got it
Not soon enough
Then the numbness died
Like you
It had no food, you see
My eyes saw
Finally
I was awesome
You’re still dead
And I’m still here
Being awesome
I would be anything for you...
Null felt ugly today. Ugly and small. He had woken up in one of those moods again. He wanted to destroy something. Or someone. It seemed that life had conspired, yet again, to piss him off for no reason at all. Because life was unfair. And because since the day he was born, he had been plagued with a seething _fury_ that had no rhyme or reason — it just appeared, unbidden, like the ex you broke up...
She muttered under her breath, that single aphorism oft repeated in times of great trepidation: “You have to go backwards to go forwards.” Who knows where she heard it. She quite suspected that she had invented the saying, since nobody in her life had ever been able to teach her anything.
Falling meant falling all the way, till you hit bottom. Even after you found yourself in the dirt, in a blood...
Pat couldn’t stop running her forefinger along the pleats of her trousers. She did this repetitively throughout the day, caressing each fold like it was her favourite pet. Better than her favourite pet, because she got to wear the same garment, day after day, five identical sets of trousers that got worn exclusively for the entirety of the week. On Saturdays, she washed four pairs while still wear...
Waking up one morning, only to realize you can’t recall going to bed the night before, nor in fact do you know whose bed you’re lying in, is not an ideal way to start the day. You’re a young, 20-something man with practically your whole life ahead of you. You assume. A guy who doesn’t drink, doesn’t do drugs. That, you’re absolutely certain of. Straight as an arrow. It’s the sort of trait that bec...