I decide to ask her how long she's been working here, when I hear a loud shriek behind me. I whirl around to see an old woman pointing outside. People are running away from the doors so it's difficult for me to make out what's going on.
Then I see an old…Posted 7 years ago
She turns to me, "What's your name?"
"Bel," I answer as the girl eyes me.
"Well, Bel. Where did you learn to bandage wounds like this?" I shift my weight around, feigning discomfort.
"My father was a doctor." I say to her, a half-truth. I can practical…Posted 7 years ago
We walk around in the blazing heat and I head towards the old hospital downtown that my dad may have or may not have helped at. I imagine there are at least some people there, since the number of casualties and fatalities hasn't slowed down.
When we get …Posted 7 years ago
"Take these pills; they'll alleviate the pain a bit." I say and I'm secretly happy that he hasn't noticed that he is missing a leg, but I'm dreading every millisecond till when he notices.
His eyes widen, I can practically see his pulse get as fast as wh…Posted 7 years ago
Bel opened her mouth to speak but suddenly an unearthly scream exploded behind her. Mia's head snapped in the direction it had come to see one of the elderly women in the lobby pointing and screaming at the opened lobby doors.
A man was being dragged jus…Posted 7 years ago
"What's your name?" She eyed her carefully. She looked so young and meek. How could she have the knowledge to bandage an amputated limb so professionally?
"Well, Bel. Where did you learn to bandage wounds like this?" The girl shifted uncomfortab…Posted 7 years ago
"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.…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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 …Posted 7 years ago
“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…Posted 7 years ago
Go to the hospital
To check on my friend,
Receive Error 410:
Gone.Posted 7 years ago
(Temporarily taken down as it is part of a school assignment, I'll put it back later)Posted 7 years ago
"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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago
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…Posted 7 years ago