I never cry in the daylight by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
I never cry in the daylight
I know what it is to die,
curled up on the bed with the sheets
strewn about, leaking regret
into a pillow case
while daylight shines
through the window
as if everything is ordinary—
as if nothing died and
the world is as beautiful and
logical as ever.
I know what it is to sit
in a lonely room
with a dim lamp for light,
wanting desperately to cry,
but only able to sit
in silence as the nausea gnaws
and the images of toxic cleaner fluid
cocktails won’t subside
and cars keep driving by
outside the window,
their ghostly headlights
illuminating the darkness—
reminders that some people
still have a reason.
I know what
Tales from a Spartan #1 by TenmaGouZanku, literature
Literature
Tales from a Spartan #1
A dazzling pink hue filled the room as keystrokes ticked away. The smooth rhythm of a lullaby echoed softly. It was already two a.m. but there would be no end to this once it was full blown. Preventative measures had to be enacted quickly. The woman eased her anxiety and spoke quietly.
"Y'know I saw my father once? It was years ago, long before I made you. Mom had taken us on a walk around Infinity that day, showing us all sorts of different facilities. We happened to pass by a massive crowd. They pushed and shoved to get a closer look into the AR room.
"Apparently a man, who the scoreboard listed as John, was inside d
The World that Never Grew Old by fair-melodies, literature
Literature
The World that Never Grew Old
Part I
1. In the world that never grew old you turn your back at me while holding the rose that i gave to you as you smile. You never want me to see you smiling because you are scared that If I saw you happy, it would overwhelm me and it would cause me to just cry and cry, and there would be nothing else to do but to cry our hearts out. You know I'm the most sensitive guy in the whole world, and you cannot help but always kiss me when I lay my feelings in front of you.
We were like little children you know that, and we tend to do everything when our emotions are at high.
2. You move my hand away from you and you bite your lips. I insist t
Scarlet Wing And Ancient Secret - Part 1 by Diluculi, literature
Literature
Scarlet Wing And Ancient Secret - Part 1
"Murder!", the headline of the newspaper screamed at Mr. Londwill as he glanced over it. Next to it was a picture of the victim, a well known millionaire. He looked up and met the eye of his visitor, a young woman in a plain grey dress. She didn't wear any sort of jewellery, which was unusual for a woman these days. Even though they were both in Mr. Londwill's study, she still wore her gloves. Her black hair was neatly pinned up. Her whole appearence reminded of a gouverness, if it wasn't for the eyepatch she wore over her left eye.
"Miss Wing, I am impressed", Mr. Londwill said. "According to the newspaper, not only were you swift, but the p
The Boy, the Tomboy, and the Greenhouse. by mambasnake, literature
Literature
The Boy, the Tomboy, and the Greenhouse.
The Boy, the Tomboy, and the Greenhouse.
I met the tomboy when I was a kid - sorry, darling, but you have to admit you loved playing a boy when you were a kid. At the time I didn’t know what a tomboy was, so I was quite young, and I didn’t know or care about boys and girls not mixing the way we did on that day, but I do remember how much fun the pair of us had when we met at the farmhouse all those years ago. My wife is the tomboy, in case you haven’t already made that deduction, this is the story of how we met, got separated, and then met again years later.
My mom and I often went to the farmhouse to buy some fresh eggs a
I'm Going To War Today. by DirectionOfTime, literature
Literature
I'm Going To War Today.
I’m going to war today.
The training’s been sorted and all my kit’s been issued. All that’s really left are the goodbyes.
They haven’t bothered me before, so I’m not sure why they should now, I mean, saying ‘goodbye’ is just something you do every day, all the time. Mostly it means ‘until tomorrow’ or ‘until next time’, but I guess the gravity has only just hit me, that I might well not come back because war isn’t something that tends to leave too many survivors. Physical or emotionally. I’ll really miss you guys, my friends, not so much your presence, bec
bedtime stories don't quite go this way by A-Lovely-Anxiety, literature
Literature
bedtime stories don't quite go this way
once upon a time--
no wait, that's wrong.
let's not start our story that way.
many times,
you find yourself in your bathtub,
the water scalding
and risen as high as the rim itself.
you find yourself submerged
and thrashing
and screaming out for somebody to help
you;
you are being drowned.
monsters as black as the sky
are tearing at your ankles,
cackling and pulling you down and out of sight
and water splashes out of the
tub and you are seeing nothing
but old memories that stick to your throat
when you can do nothing but cry.
many times,
you find yourself in your shower,
curled up in a corner furthest
from the water because
you are afraid th
When We are Around with People by fair-melodies, literature
Literature
When We are Around with People
People tell us that we should be together.
People tell us we fit, we are sun and earth,
and we are earth and moon... and we move in circles.
They tell us that when we look in each other's eyes
they can see in us the kind of love that is rare:
the kind that is truthful,
the one that never needs to be affirmed,
or to be requited.
Sometimes we dance slowly in front of them and
they are moved because of how gently we hold each other,
like we are newly weds on the their first day of being in love.
We only smile at them,
almost hugging
as you leant your head on my shoulder,
the way where i can smell your hair,
or kiss your forehead.
When we a