Might, Possibly, Kind of, Sort of by nc1394, literature
Literature
Might, Possibly, Kind of, Sort of
I can't
Can't do this anymore
Hoping
Hoping that maybe
Maybe it will occur to you
That you might,
Possibly,
Kind of,
Sort of,
Be breaking my heart into pieces
So what matters most?
I'm stuck in this triangle
Each way pushing me away but two
Unknowingly beating me
Until I feel nothing at all
Leaving me out in the cold
Leaving me like
I mean nothing
So does it matter?
Does it matter that you might,
Possibly,
Kind of,
Sort of,
Be breaking me apart
No, don't answer
It's fine
I know what matters most
I've left that cold embrace I've been in for too long
Leaving your numbing embrace
For something
Someone
Warmer
There's nothing strange about a talking carrot. Certainly not. Or, for that matter, any other kind of root vegetable with the capacity for speech. In fact, not only are they able to speak, but they are pretty loquacious. Anybody lucky enough to have had a lengthy conversation with one of these orange delights will tell you that carrots understand a great deal of the world, and their perspective is very valuable. If planet Earth was run by rutabagas and beets, we would already have achieved peace. No vegetable has ever wanted to hurt anyone, with the possible exception of the occasionally malicious cauliflower. But, if you recall, I was only
"Subject is awake and is yet to show signs of motor skills."
"Injection of the Phenolmsera Serum to be injected now. 25%. 50%. 75%. Injection Complete."
My eyes flickered around the thick violet liquid I was in, at the blurred shapes that were buzzing around like bee's. All of a sudden my vision instantly cleared and I could see a female with long dark hair, thin build, and looked intelligent. A male who was a head taller then the female had the same shade hair and thin frame glasses.
"Who are they? Who am I? What happened?" Many questions like this ran through my head, but one kept popping up more.
"What's happening to me?"
50 Theme Challenge - Themes 18 - 26 by HattieForest, literature
Literature
50 Theme Challenge - Themes 18 - 26
NATURE'S FURY
"Why do you do it, Andrew?" his mother asked one night. She always called at 8:00 pm sharp.
"Because I need to," he replied.
"Andrew Spencer Galen, I worry about you!" Mrs Galen blew her nose. The sound was horribly loud through the phone. "I don't care if you are in your forties, you are still my little boy! I don't want to think of you being there with all those weird diseases."
"Mom - "
"I read in the magical newspaper you send me that the new illness is one that makes the internal organs turn to glass and shatter. Is that true?"
"Yes." He offered no more information, and his mother did not ask for more.
"Are you eatin
"Remember .......we're going through big crowds and could get lost so what do we do?" Mommy asked.
"Don't Let Go!" I said enthusiastically. Mommy was finally taking me to see Santa at the big mall.
XxXxX
When we got there the people were buzzing with adrenaline, caffeine and last minutes shopping. I got pushed and shoved around since I was smaller then everyone else but I just kept holding mommy's hand.
All of a sudden a bad guy came up and tried to steal mommy's purse. When she started fighting back he hit her with his gun. I still had a hold of mommy's hand and was standing behind her while her lip was bleeding, hanging on for dear life
The brush of my fingers against the keys was like the stroke of lips against my hand or a feather from a pillow upon which I sleep.
Minor keys drew me into a sense of comfort. I refrained myself from hearing the dreary sound of people murmuring around with their useless conversations. I kept playing the song that was twirling itself inside my head. It was filled with all the pain and sadness I had endure in my life and around the last part of the end when it just wanted to make a person cry major cords appeared and brought a speckle of happiness to the tune.
When the song ended I rose from my black and white keys and bowed to the applause a
I'm going to fly.... by Emo-Writer-7251, literature
Literature
I'm going to fly....
"I wonder how it feels like to fly...."
"I thought you've flown in an airplane before?"
"I have it's just.......I mean to fly freely, like a bird. Not trapped in a metal cockpit 50,000 feet in the air."
"I can't believe she remembers this conversation from when we were kids." I thought aloud, but then kept reading.
"I've been planning on taking a trip for a while now. I couldn't tell people where I was going, or even that I was leaving 'cause they would try to stop me. They can't stop me! This has been my dream since i was a kid. That's the reason I threw this party tonight so at the end when I said goodbye, I was truly telling them goodb
50 Theme Challenge - Themes 13 - 17 by HattieForest, literature
Literature
50 Theme Challenge - Themes 13 - 17
"ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME?"
Cailyn followed the Doctor down the stairs, wondering if going to a magical morgue was really a good idea and if she should just turn around and run away. Before she could make up her mind, they came to the cheerful yellow double doors. Galen turned to her.
"I have one warning. She talks in one big breath, so get ready to listen."
She nodded.
The inside of the morgue wouldn't look out of place for meditation. Cailyn looked up, and gaped. Indoor lights? Who needed them when you had a mid-day summer's sky?
"Hello, Doctor Galen who is this?"
Cailyn tore her eyes away from the fluffy clouds and locked eyes with a w
King
Queen
Jack
Ace
Two, Three, Four
We are just a card game to you
Nothing
Not even worth the bet
Right?
I'm the two
She's the three
And there's the four
None of us an ace
Worthless
Meaningless
We are like a deck
Not all there
Missing some jokers
Some hearts and queens
Looking for the rest
Finding a place to belong
That's the only thing I'm waiting for
The only thing I want
I need that place
A place where someone like me
Somewhere where this
This
Torn heart
Me
Somewhere where I can belong
Not that it matters to you
Not in this pointless little card game
No raising the stakes
Nothing to raise
All I have is