"Please, just drink this. I'll be right back." She said to the grinning injured man. She rolled her eyes after turning away. He was probably a hunter or soldier of fortune who got in a fight with a mutant bear. She hated the way they always stared at her.…

Provoking dreams, you’re welcome at my door

To enter, and to make yourself at home

The myriad uses of this ballroom floor

Can serve each purpose, rather like a tome

Of tales and poems, redolent of dreams.

Oh, we can dance there, never doubt it’s true!

Bu…

I'm lonely, I'm lonely

I'm drifting away

If only, if only

Friends weren't far away.

I've wandered much longer

Than I thought I would

Forever I ponder

If my choice was good

I want so to reach out

And touch someone's hand

Before thoughts can leach out

The…

I shall read. I shall watch and listen.

I’ll dance as much as I can.

I’d like to be the one you can come back to relax with, sometimes, after you’ve danced yourself into ecstasy, and you want a change of pace. I know dancing isn’t done only with the bo…

Shut up Shut up Shut up

I don’t want to hear your whining anymore

I don’t want to hear your excuses

What the heck do you think was going to happen?

The blind don’t lead the blind

What were you expecting with someone who doesn’t even have eyes?

Don't…

The dream begins with baroque-era music written about the planets. Supposedly the music was written to describe their orbits or something. One piece had an expected couple of notes at the end omitted so people could go out and observe, and had a note expl…

This laptop has served me well over the past few years, ever since I picked it up from the on-campus IT store. This makes it all the more depressing when I manage to break it.

I don't know how I did it, exactly, but a piece of plastic that shouldn't exis…

Dr Geld did what he could for them in his primitive surgery - little more than a crack in the rock, furnished with the few bits of medikit salvaged from the lander. Another sand storm - elemental, yet not impersonal. Only a fool could now maintain that th…

Do you honestly think you know

Where all your "secrets" go?

Have you realized this silence

Is just for show?

Now hear my prediction

Don't be surprised when

Your icicle words

Swing back like swords

The whispers are behind your back

Voices on the attack

G…

Some love a challenge; others choose

To wield a tool that's quick to use.

But as for me, I want a prompt,

Some sylvan glade where no one's romped

Before--a snowy field to mark up

And love the night, then give the dark up.

I shun the the less-resistant r…

How sullen is eternity! It sits sulky through the years,

Softly murmuring of boredom to a crowd of heedless ears.

Satisfaction needs a structure. Stories must begin and end.

In between, we need a climax, where we lose or gain a friend.

Life is not some mi…

It's amazing how the seasons seem to cycle through my life.

For a moment there is comfort, and a second later, strife.

There is warmth, and then I'm frozen; rain is followed by a drought.

Briefly I contain my feelings, till they blow the ceiling out.

Fir…

I get up and dust the bits of asphalt from my ripped up pants. Five feet behind me is Viv. I pinch my eyes closed as I turn, trying to control my accelerating heartbeat. Five feet behind me and five feet below rock, to be exact. I force my eyes open and …

“This place looks like it got puked on, Viv.” I chuckle to myself, putting on my sunglasses so I can take a better look at the rotting lumps of detritus that once was a city.

I can imagine Viv’s smart aleck comeback about not hurting the city’s feelings…

Go to the hospital

To check on my friend,

Receive Error 410:

Gone.

(Temporarily taken down as it is part of a school assignment, I'll put it back later)

"Your Majesty, let me help you out of this predicament!" I begged the Queen, who just a few months ago had been sitting on a throne of gold and ink. To see her now, scarred and gasping for air, lying in a heap on the prison floor was almost too much for m…

My high school art room seems a bit different. I'm not sure if it's just me or if the kilns aren't in the proper place.

I've got something in front of me that I'm supposed to eat. It sort of looks like a thing of Dunkaroos where you dip something into so…

My professor's tears stream down her face, her voice shattered with emotional distress. We sit across from each other aside a table shocked with streaks of pale yellows and oranges that marble its veneer surface. Our yellow chairs are ancient, and the vin…

The third post, well... the third post didn't actually exist. Not in any way that mattered. It was an idea, if you will -- a concept, a metaphor. It was a lynchpin of belief. It was, of course, all hot air and bluster and metaphor, a puff of wind as insub…

It is possible to ever escape one's past life?

A question to which Jean Abelard had always known the answer but to which, as the elevator bore him relentlessly to the 15th floor of the Hôtel Pèlerins, he replied once more.

Never. Liar, thief. Murderer.…

Story is marked as mature

The veil waited, carefully spread over a chair back. All of the dressing room photos had been taken, the bridesmaids and her mother had taken their places, and the bride had a few moments to herself.

The mirror reflected her perfect form, the perfect dre…

The hidden thing inside the pipe twisted, thrusting deeper, spewing waxy slivers of ice in its wake – a fixed point around which their world revolved.

“It can’t be stopped,” he stated.

“How much further?” asked Srinin.

“A few hundred metres; a few …

The hidden thing inside the pipe twisted, thrusting deeper, spewing waxy slivers of ice in its wake – a fixed point around which their world revolved.

“It can’t be stopped,” he stated.

“How much further?” asked Srinin.

“A few hundred metres; a few …