My head hurt. It had been pounding for days. I couldn't figure out why it was, but I knew it was bad, I used to get this kind of pain when I was younger, when they had found a brain tumor, and then removed it...What was happening?
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My head hurt. It had been pounding for days. I couldn't figure out why it was, but I knew it was bad, I used to get this kind of pain when I was younger, when they had found a brain tumor, and then removed it...What was happening?
He’d an unusual gift for foretelling deaths. Not whom, but when: exact date, approximate time. Like when Auntie May was run over by a bus; and cousin Gerald who drowned. Midsummer Day 3pm. Waiting for the news. Strange this chill and how the light is slowly fading, he thought.
Everyone hates Potty. Everyone calls him a monster. They sticked an 'Ugly Monster' note behind his back when the teacher isn't looking. They call him horrible names. Potty always comes to me and complained sadly to me. All those horrible names they called him are not true. Potty is a good friend, and kind. And i'm the only one who understands him. Why? Because I'm Potty's second head. :D
Ollie stood in the wilderness, pondering just how he'd got there. A Rope Arrow took him to the forest canopy, where he looked around in awe of the landscape before him. Steal from the rich, give to the poor...time travel was fun.
As darkness came, she brought with her all the fears.. they had so many colors.. red, grey, purple, pink.. and all that was left for me was to sit alone in the corner and hug my little black soul.
They sat together on the subway. She turned to him and said, “I can’t stand this any longer.” He turned to her with a tear in his eye, "Honey, I just bought us to tickets to paradise." With that he took out his gun and shot them both. :(
* The last thing i remember was falling down the stairs.
she looked at me and said, Hello are you ok?
I looked back and said, i guess, Who are you?
Oh i'm just here to take you.
Take my where?
I looked at her ankh and started to cry....
The only thing she remembered was the bird. Tall, grey and yellow-eyed, it pecked the little fingers one after the other. It made her sick to witness this, but there was nothing she could do. She wished that it was just another nightmare that she could wake up from and never remember again.
At times like this, she wished she could cut her overwhelming happiness into small pieces- like chocolate. Pack them up like Christmas presents, eat some of it and save the rest for the bad times- the times of extreme sadness that ended up as breakdowns. The times when she cried.
“Hey!” she yelled at the old man on the bike riding right past her bathroom window. He just kept on going as if he heard nothing that she said. With a catch of her breath she watched as he plowed straight into the bougainvillea, fell and lay prone on the ground.
I came to know him as my friend. Together we explored the mind, peering into realities that cannot have previously been imagined. And we grew together, spending years together. And we returned to the world of community conversing in high spirits about the purity of life – and pitying the masses who call us mad!
That was mean, Riesa. And I don't ride bicycles.Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
how did you know, Doggy?
“The police are as likely to be able to deal with a dead man in my bougainvillea as anyone.” His skin stretched taut over his facial bones, and she saw that he once had been a handsome man. “What the hell was he doing on a BIKE? Crazy, most likely.”
Time pased slowly by as i looked from my spot at the garden to see what was going on with the old man that had just rode his bicycle to the bougainvillea.
It was not a pretty sight.
I once went through a magic door. I didn’t realize how magic until I tried to come back. Absolutely everything was different. My blues were suddenly gray, and my pinks had turned orange. I must say, I went right back through and I haven't come back yet.
Charlie came to that magic door, but was afraid. He stuck his foot over the threshold, and felt nothing. He inched his body closer. He swallowed, then stuck his head through. As if the room were spun upside down, he was pulled in, tumbled around, and found himself on the floor.
BLaCk and WhItE
Once they were all gone, no one was left but me.
And i knew deep inside me i had all of them as part of my being.
All exept him.
A woman robed in an absinthe green was strolling down a cobblestone street
A gentleman in port red caught her eye, winking suggestivly.
"Do we not make such a pair?"
"Aye, fine sir, and as we walk we color the cheeks of the commonfolk."
The snow was melting as the woman hurried through the streets. Had she to stop and reflect she might have thought it the color of sullied innocence. But she didnt so she didnt, rushing past another one of natures little treasures.
She had to get her Christmas shopping done. She rushed over to the department store, feet splashing and kicking slush. Up the escalator she she went to the men's clothing section. She picked a tie with snow flakes falling and thought, "Gee art reflects reality."Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Crossing the street like he does every day. Going out to meet his friends. Just had an argument with his mom, but there’s nothing that can’t be fixed, right? Walking on the crosswalk, when all of a sudden, his world comes to an end. Splat, goodbye, see you mom, see you dad.
I type like a maniac, so it created no small irritation when my space bar began to intermittently fail. A stupid, inert key. There’snotmuchyoucandowithoutspaces. I finally shipped my computer back to the manufacturer, and I got it back out today. I am happy to report that everything seems to be
suprisingly close to the original ending of my little story :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
She was an annoyance -- like the uneven fingernail that had unexpectedly scratched his face yesterday, leaving a mark to mock him every time he looked in a mirror. Still, fingernails could be clipped and their collateral damages would soon fade. His face unfolded into a smile at the thought.
Their mother's blatant preference for his brother had caused unbearable envy to fester since childhood. How he had hated! With a force that had carried him far in life. Now holding his overdosed brother at the end of his life, he thought how a mother's misguided love could ruin. A child so spoiled, becomes excessive. And the envy fell away, and he loved him.
They said that when you're dying, you see your entire life passing through your mind. They were wrong, the only thing she saw was the purple balloon that she had been chasing just a few minutes ago. As she fell, she only had one thought left: Why was it running away from her? Then, she laid, dead.
I had started from the ending of your story. Mine was a continuation. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Morbid again? How about I continue from your ending? Here goes...Quote:
Originally Posted by samercury
The policeman who found her body remarked that her face had gone purple before she died, the same color as the balloon. He picked up the balloon and put it beside her face and observed that the face was of a darker shade than the balloon. He opened her mouth, stuck his index finger to the back of her throat, and found she had choked on a plastic toy egg. "Tut, tut," he sighed.
Virgil,that wasn't morbid
Well you had her die, and all she was doing was chasing a purple balloon.Quote:
Originally Posted by samercury
I'm only teasing. I've come to the point with you, that if it could possibly be seen as morbid, I'm going to say so. Only poking fun. :brow:
He accidentally bites my lip when the phone rings again. She's drunk and afraid he doesn't love her anymore.
"I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow."
I say okay (it isn't).
His hand grabs the wall, trying to stay inside as he leaves, but he's already out the door.
No I was thinking about that story when I originally made it up to amuse my sisters when I was 8, well to amuse me too.Quote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
I changed it alot for here but it still reminds me of that old one :D
Stop looking at me.
I'm not looking at you.
I know your type -- ogling women in public places. You ought to be ashamed.
Are you nuts? When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
He exited at the next stop and went to confession.
Later, she bought a new mirror.
Can I write two? I'm in a writing mood...
Errors would be made, of course. But it was the hunt that signified, he knew. In the heart of every man, of every woman, there was a lust, that when indulged, destroyed. And if he could correctly calculate it and then generously offer it to each unsuspecting soul -- eventually...bullseye!
The superheroes sat in their abandoned warehouse, sparring in the combat training center with unmitigated fury. A klaxon suddenly went off—one warrior rushed to the command center, nodded to his partners. A car, a plane, and a jetpack rocketed out of the building. Destination: downtown.
:pQuote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
She was in a hole, a deep one. She couldn't breathe, couldn't see. It felt as if she were under water. No one was there…
"Where?" she heard a voice. She wanted out, wanted to go back home and take back what she had said. She couldn't...
"I'm sorry mom, sorry dad"
Sounds like the scene from Silence of the Lambs!
:).. feels like a chapter from the Watchman...Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
"Watchman?" Elucidation, please!