“Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.” - James Thurber. Adulthood is like looking both ways before crossing the street and then getting hit by an airplane.
“Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.” - James Thurber. Adulthood is like looking both ways before crossing the street and then getting hit by an airplane.
When I walk down the street, not everyone recognizes me. That is a relief.
People who _do_ know of my condition will often stare at me as I pass. Watching me as if I were a mutant freak.
I don’t know, I guess I could be.
If I’m ever wearing anything that shows skin, people will see the scars that I have. They give me similar looks, even if they don’t realize what they’re from.
What makes me so...
I followed Erika through the door. The apartment was small, but it didn’t seem cluttered. There were plants everywhere, which made me smile. Erika adored plants.
My eyes landed on a picture of her and Finley, our five year old son. They both looked happy, smiling in the photo. My smile grew but got a sad tint.
Erika gave me a nervous smile. “What do you think?”
I enveloped her in a hug. “I love...
Hollow body, they took my soul,
Went and tortured it right out of me.
Crumpled in a corner, eyes are dull,
Because darkness is what I breathe.
My inner demons are my best friends,
The only things that I’ve still got.
Them consuming me is how this ends,
I know better than to say it’s not.
They locked me up because I’m insane.
Broke my spirit with a heavy chain.
Shadows crawled up inside my brain....
Julie and Brandon had told me about these once. Non-human animals, creatures that were purely something else and came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. They were nothing like I had imagined they’d be.
I was currently staring at what was most likely one of the oldest prehybridization records in the world. I had been sifting through an old, forgotten city deep in a mountain when I found it.
The b...
I crushed the charred wood in my hand, watching as the beginning of the tempestation started. Opening my hand, I blew on the ashes to start them smoking. Big puffs of magical purple smoke rose from the ashes, sparkling and wisping. I smiled and tilted my umbrellaer so that it would stop catching the smoke and let it rise into the air.
I stopped blowing on the ash and the smoke ended. Using my...
Do you find it odd that whenever there’s a silent moment, there’s a smell that accompanies it? I didn’t realize it at first, mainly because the scent is so stealthy that it creeps into you without you realizing. It starts as the faintest whiff, and before you can wonder what it was, it’s invaded the undertones in the air.
It doesn’t matter what the air previously smelled like, because as the sile...
I flipped the prompt and did indescript bits of multiple memories instead. Hope you guys enjoy the peak at my childhood.
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Dust in the air.
Rocks larger than life.
Laying down, watching the world fall.
Sand diapers.
Sinclair.
Fire burning my hair.
Standing on pillows to be taller.
Fixing my brothers collar.
Cutting my brothers’ hair.
Trying to get a good scare.
Secret t...
Can you hear me?
Why won’t you listen?
I said I don’t want it.
I said I don’t like it.
Can you hear me?
Why won’t you listen?
Quit assuming things.
I already told you.
Can you hear me?
Why won’t you listen?
You’re never here.
I needed your help.
Can you hear me?
Why won’t you listen?
Dont give me that look.
I won’t be ignored.
Can you hear me?
Why won’t you listen?
I don’t want to do that.
Lis...