The sand sticks to your skin. The grains are going to scrub at your skin, revealing a red, itchy spot when you try to wash it off later. You don’t care, though. All you can think about is the water.
There’s nobody here today. The beach is empty, but you don’t mind. You like it that way, as you’ve always preferred solitude.
The wind is strong today. It whips your hair around your face. The red ...
Today is your lucky day
You’ll see me try to rhyme
(Key word: try)
I swear, if this is a waste of time…
While you’re here, maybe I’ll tell you why this sucks
Poetry is so RESTRICTIVE
Don’t even get me started…
It makes me feel a tad vindictive
Writing a poem is a struggle
Even reading one doesn’t make sense
And the poems we “analyze” (more like make up meanings for) in English class…
Edgar All...
Your “love” was poison
Crept into my veins
Your “love” trapped me
Wrists bound by invisible strains
Why couldn’t I notice?
Your “love” was fake
Even if I thought it was true
I should have known it would break
Your “love” nearly choked me
Hands pressing against my throat
All while singing a song
But you never hit the right note
Your “love” is a killer
Lurking in the night
I was your victim
...
Sarah’s head had been resting on Sam’s shoulder when she got THE CALL. She remembered the way THE PHONE had rung, how she’d gotten up from her seat with a whispered, “I’ll get it,” and the ten second walk from the couch to the counter.
She’d picked up HER PHONE. It had HIS name on the screen. But Sam is sitting on the couch, she’d thought, looking back over her shoulder to make sure. There he wa...
My fans in the crowd, I don’t think you know just how many people I’ve had to eliminate to get here. Would you still be clapping had you known?
Tonight my dress feels heavy and seems to drag me down, but at least it looks splendid for the cameras. It cost a pretty penny, but I need to look impeccable. Would you still be clapping if I didn’t?
Fame is overrated. It’s just a reminder that the world...
When I wake up, it’s not bright out yet, but I still feel well rested. I haven’t slept this well in days. Ever since the robots took over, life has been a struggle.
I get up and unzip the opening to the tent, pausing a moment to take in my surroundings before stepping outside into the crisp autumn air. Soon it’ll be winter, I realize. Food will be scarcer. Just another difficulty to add to my cu...
“No!” My son cries, beginning to weep. “It- it can’t,” he gasp between sobs, “be right. Must have been a mistake.”
The nurse, with her tight-lipped smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, says, “I am very sorry for your loss.”
That statement wrenches me out of my shock. “I’m not dead yet,” I mutter.
“The treatment is very expensive. I’m afraid that there is only one cure, and it’s a relatively new...
_Smash! _
Glass rains down and my hand smarts with pain. A voice cries out, and hands grab me and pull me away from the scene I made. I hardly notice, don’t care. It can’t be true, can’t be true, can’t be true.
I traveled across the country to see this fabled mirror. There are stories on the news, of people who saw themselves twenty years in the future. Fame, wealth, _happiness_ is what I was e...
“Anya, put the knife down.”
She doesn’t make a move, only stares at me.
“I’m your friend. You can’t kill me.”
She takes a shaky breath that sounds more like a gasp. “You don’t understand how much this means to me. I need the money. Don’t you see?”
“And I need my life. It’s just a twisted game.”
She takes a step towards me. Her hand trembles. “I wouldn’t have played if I didn’t need to. And I...
Aimee
I wait with anticipation in the virtual world line. I see people step into transportation tubes, the modern versions of elevators, which I know lead to each person’s virtual world. I frown with the other people in my line as I see a group of people shove each other and speak in loud, harsh tones. Their voices sound unnaturally loud next to the quit murmurs of the crowd. One in particular ca...
