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Rainy DaysRain fell to the floor, thousands of tiny hands softly tapping tiny drums. A man drew his hood tighter around his face, the tiny hands gently patting his head. He breathed in, and out. He was calm.Rainy Days
The grey concrete world rose up around the man, and yet he remained with the sound of rain. It enclosed him into that hood, enveloped his mind until it became clear and uncluttered. John liked rainy days. Rainy days were good. You could really... think on rainy days.
The many trees dripped drops into the ponds and rivers of the city's major park. The leaves, now brown, orange and yellow fell also, floating like an armada
by ~WilliamAckroyd
ForgettingA boy was rushing around, once again late for work. He had misplaced his watch, and was struggling to find it. This however, was not the reason he was late. He was largely late due to the events of the night before. These events need not be explained as you can guess what happened, and how he was now feeling. His thoughts roughly ran:Forgetting
Where the hell is my watch? Oh shit I’ve lost my watch. What happened last night? !** @@??!@’”@!!! Oh why does god hate me? This is because I’ve not done anything recently, right?
Karma. Or is it the drinking?
Oh crap did I kiss someone
by ~WilliamAckroyd
Lost in a sea of yellow lightLost in a sea of yellow light, Floating black clouds Remain below my brow.Lost in a sea of yellow light
by ~WilliamAckroyd
The HolidaysEach student sits as their own wits Which now released, remain, deceased And as each day small children play The student home, stays, all alone; Each mind destroyed like children's' toys From overuse, or plain abuse.The Holidays
Each student now, each wonders how They did just stay, not go away To nature's fields, whose bosom yields More greater things Than mouldy books.
by ~WilliamAckroyd
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loveImagine this, she said, for this is what it is to be in love. It is as if you have been tumbling down toward an open sea for your entire life and have only just discovered that you can fly.love
And with that she pointed up to the grand cumulonimbus clouds above her head, to a deep expanse of blue, and I saw what must have been thousands of people with their arms wide, drifting on the currents of the wind.
by ~ejectionletter
The Aunt's DemiseThe first thing that one usually does when their aunt is found dead is to celebrate. Of course, this process varies across cultures, but the general rule is to throw your hands up and yell “Hooray!” upon receiving the news, or discovering it.The Aunt's Demise
So when little Tommy came home from soccer practice to find his aunt dead on the lazy chair in the living room, he did throw his hands up and yell “Hooray!” (Children are very well read nowadays and know all about these traditions.) He didn’t yell too loud, though, as he wasn’t totally sure she had expired. Tommy took as evidence her stillness, her glazed-over eyes and a little drool which h
by ~nilocnag
Butterflies and CloudsButterflies and CloudsButterflies and Clouds
Lying on our backs in the still-wet morning grass we counted the shapes in clouds. I counted. You created. Three cats, Four horses, (one a unicorn) and a twisting serpent- which became a dragon as we watched.
Some nights on the same gentle hill the stars called our names and you gave them new ones. Orion and Cancer and the Ursa became the Fish, the Sad Man and Pandora's Box. I tried showing you otherwise in the textbook but you convinced me with your stories.
The day we
by *Mahi-Fish
Flash Fiction: Good Business “We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?” The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened. “I feel.... ah...” A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. “I feel fantastic.” Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock. “Would you like tFlash Fiction: Good Business
by *PheonixKarr
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