I used to think it’s something I fought for

Something I would die for

Now I question if we ever had it

If I ever knew what I was fighting for

Cause I come home and brothers don’t wanna fight anymore

Not talking out war this a personal battle

While you battle from within them snakes on the outside still rattle

I try to adjust my mind

Tell myself there’s still good in this world to find

Tell mys...

Abraham’s hands hurt. His feet hurt. The burning sun made his skin hurt. The axe in his hands felt natural, but he was aware of how tired everything made him. The tree was almost ready to fall as he took a break and wiped his forehead with one sleeve. He looked over to another man who stood nearby and gestured to the two-man saw leaning on another tree.

They began to saw at the back, using th...

No one will blame you

You can relax now

We can’t control these things

That’s just the way life goes

You’ve done great digging yourself out

Reward yourself: this is stable

You’re lucky to fall back on this

You should really stick with this - it’s safe

No.

You just don’t have vision.

Maybe you just were not cut out for this

Not everyone can make it happen

No.

There’s no one better equipped than...

_I will not be shoved into a closet I never even started in._

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Since I liked anyone,

I knew I liked both girls and boys.

Even before I knew the word for it,

I _knew_ that their gender didn’t matter to me,

I’d like them no matter what.

And now people want to tell me it’s strange to imagine girls liking other girls.

Great, quit imagining.

You listen to me every day talking about girls, so you can...

Freedom.

What is that?

Well, to me it’s not waking up before the sun every morning.

To me, it’s not having to obey every rule, every word that is said by my parents.

To me, it’s not having to suppress my opinions whenever I don’t agree with something.

But it’s different for everyone.

For you, it could be dressing the way you want.

For you, it could be eating whenever you want.

For y...

I was always a taker.

Never a giver.

Covered in thick, crimson blood,

Metal to the taste.

All I ever did was take.

Take the freedom and satisfaction of others.

It hurts.

People all around me give

Out of their hearts.

And I’d toss it.

Next.

Again?

I always thought it was boring.

Peoples emotions, feelings.

Because I had my own group of people that did the same.

Until my perspective shifted. Things ...

Jamison’s hands were poised over the keyboard. He licked his lips in anticipation. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for. He would tell them what he thought of them. Call them out on every misdeed. They were all bastards.

Well, maybe not all of them, but enough. Enough to make it hard for people like him. Everywhere he worked these fuckers would invariably show up.

He d...

The air smells like fire and rain. Smoke clings to the streets, winding through the ruins like a ghost searching for a body. I step carefully over the broken stones, my boots sinking into the mud, my breath shallow as I listen. Always listening.

The city is dying.

The war is still here, thick in the air, pressing against my skin. But the worst of it has moved on. The enemy is retreating. Or mayb...

(dark fiction)

Oh, how I long for freedom—to simply do what I wish and ignore what I choose. Freedom surrounds me, yet I can’t find it anywhere, constantly having my decisions made for me, causing this dark life to lose its last spark of hope. No matter what I did, it seemed futile, and my day-to-day life was just a day like all the others.

Right now, I was walking down the street, one step afte...

Freedom. It’s a magical thing, being free from the thoughts in your head slowly suffocating you below the surface of what’s real.freedom is like being a bird flying away from your flock not being afraid of the future or it’s possibilities like a calming sensation of knowing you are safe....