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Oct 11
webers's picture

Swimming

The water's surface shimmered like glass. Reflecting the moon's bright shimmering fluorescence. You could see for miles and miles across the flat, waveless ocean. The sole flaw in this perfect layer of glass was the circle of ripples, caused by my falling in, by now the ripples were far away and fading.
 
Oct 10

screams fall on deaf ears

She told
him 'No'
But the
words
mixed and
blended, so
he heard 
'Yes'
Because screams 
fall on
deaf ears, when you're
a
woman
Oct 08
poem 10 comments challenge: Fear

Fear

I'm not afraid of death.
​At least I don't think so
​(though supposedly we all are).
​Not that I want to die,
​but I know it will happen eventually.

I actually kind of wonder,
​is it dark oblivion? 
​a red or golden afterlife? 
​the continuous green of reincarnation?
​I only know that it would seem a waste
​to discover this great mystery
​before experiencing life.

​I'm not afraid of public speaking.
Oct 06
fiction 2 comments challenge: Dare
zoebarton's picture

Dare

             I’ve been dared to enter the abandoned house at the end of the street and stay there for an hour. The house rests in long, dark shadows cast from trees, set back in the forest. The old wooden thing is locally known to be haunted, but anyone passing by can tell that there is something creepy about it.
Oct 06
fiction 1 comment challenge: Dare
s.hanzas's picture

Anticipation

     Just before I open the door, I turn and look back at my friends, hoping their dare isnt real, hoping I dont have to go into this house. They urge me to open the door with a gesture. I open the creaking door, step inside, and walk down the hallway into what looks like a dining room: spiderwebs hanging, sheets over the furniture, only moonlight to light the room. Before I can react, the lights turn on.
     "SURPRISE!" everyone yells. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Oct 05
earleyg's picture

A Strange Fear

Everyone has a weird fear. Here is mine: apple juice. Yes, apple juice! Let me tell you why. Before I could get my braces, I needed my two top canines removed. They were not ready to fall out on their own, so I had to get them surgically removed. I was brought into the orthodontist early without eating breakfast. The anesthesia/paralytic was hidden in a little cup of apple juice. They asked, "Do you like apple juice?" I nodded. They handed me the cup, and I gave it a quick sniff.
Oct 04

Lunar Flowers

During the last three nights the full moon was so bright I could even read under the light. This piece, drawn on the iPad app Tauyasui Sketches (the simple version), was inspired by these beautiful nights. 
P.S. If the quality is a bit blurry, it's because the image was uploaded straight from the iPad. 
Oct 04

Lunar Flowers

During the last three nights the full moon was so bright I could even read under the light. This piece, drawn on the iPad app Tauyasui Sketches (the simple version), was inspired by these beautiful nights. 
P.S. If the quality is a bit blurry, it's because the image was uploaded straight from the iPad. 
Oct 04
Monster_T_02's picture

The Storm


Have you ever felt the rumble of a thunderstorm.
Bumb bumb bumb.
Or your heartbeat,
Bumb babumb babumb.
It get's louder the more anger you build inside.
The more of your emotions you try to hide.
Hoping it'll go away,
but it never does,
It's here to stay,
Felt glass shatter beneath ur hands.
A child Smashing all their crayons.
Finally a light opens up.
The eye of the storm.
Only many forget the eye is only the middle.
Oct 02
AboutToSnap's picture

Autumn

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