Short Story: The First StepsI stood there looking at the gentleman in the same manner in which he was currently looking at me. That is a look of pure speculation. A wide eyed look that could mean surprise, fear, or I just grew a second head and that it was currently carrying on a conversation about the pros and cons on the various quantum mechanics theories. What was it that surprised me so? I am not really sure but something was telling me that he should have been dead.
That in of itself is a rather unusual thought. Sure I may have wished others to drop dead. Usually that happened when I was working retail and the Christmas holidays were coming up. Good will towards men? Puh-lease, not among the human population. They wished to consume various items in the market in one fashion or another and $5.15 an hour was never enough to deal with them.
What made this different is that I am pretty sure that I had never met thi
At the CrossroadsI now stand on the threshold
Go forward or back?
Is back really an option?
I am unsure.
To break her heart
And leave her abandoned
With only the memory
Of what we once shared?
To go forward as friends
And meet and greet
As if nothing had ever
Been between the two of us?
Can the spark be so quickly
Doused and never arise?
Or is this just another part
Of the dance into the sunrise?
Why do I allow myself to go?
To open myself up to one
Who so long ago
Did not appreciate it?
Once there, will it ever end?
Do You Dream?Do you dream? Each night do you just let yourself go and watch the pictures in the back of your mind? Are they in colour, black and white, or perhaps just shades of grey?
Sometimes I dream. Those are the longest nights when the demons come out to play. I cannot describe the colour because that is not how I dream. When I sleep, I am blind and my dreams are just feelings of things.
I feel the breath of the back of my neck, I hear the sounds that they make, and hear the accusations that they scream into the void.
"Awake and face!" they scream into the void.
They have no substance, no face......they lack all that is needed for one to exist except emotion. Their hatred, envy, and even fear lash at me from across the distance. I wonder if I am real to them?
"Stand! Awake! Come see us again!"
Are my eyes open? Is it that I am blind or perhaps too scared to even crack that mind eye jus
In the movies......I would dieWe've all seen the horror movies, especially the ones from the 80s.
A woman alone in a place where few others are and she is isolated even from them. An innocent little side trip like going into the bathroom. Spooky but everything seems to be ok until it is time for her to leave the bathroom. Suddenly a noise that cannot be identified at first. Well at least to the woman on the screen, the audience knows what is coming next.
So cautiously I journeyed out of the stall to find out exactly what was making such a noise. A strange humanoid creature still digesting it's last victim perhaps? Gurgle noises with what sounds like white noise mixed in. There are other stalls there, three others and she picked the last one to go into of course. You can hear a soundtrack start playing in your head. Halloween perhaps or maybe something from one of the Jason movies.
No one wants to be dirty w
No Title YetChapter 1
"So where did it all begin to end?"
It was an innocent question that only had a sinful answer. How much to tell? How much to lie?
"It all began", I said with a flourish of hands, "right in this very room."
She started to smile, almost a laugh when it dawned upon her.
"You are not kidding about that, are you?"
"I most certainly am not." My reply is much cooler than the way I actually feel at the moment. I can discuss many subjects and in quite a bit of depth but this is one that is too sinful and too personal.
I looked at her gravely, mentally trying to have her announce that she has changed her mind; that she really does not want to know. It is futile. My sudden bout of seriousness has not chased her away from this subject at all. In fact it has brought her to the edge of "have to know".
"It all began," I said with a tone lighter than the seriousness that this subject demanded, "the way all of these