Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom. She felt tired, sore, even scared. She did not want to see what she thought she might see, but she had to confirm.
First, she stripped. She did not know why, but she felt that being naked made her more aware of her surroundings after the accident. Then, she found the courage to look in the mirror.
What she saw was… Repulsive… It was so unattractive, so ugly she thought it was a beast. But then it was her. From this moment on she will live with this face.
She did not feel sad. She felt angry. She felt robbed.
her body feels like
and whiskey slaps
against fragile skin;
there is devil somewhere
beneath her skin situated
right next to the angel in her
beneath her tongue
is a poison only the luckiest
of lovers has swallowed;
she is said to be a
woman of myth;
the modern siren
sleeping in your most
lovely of nightmares.
The Story in a Poem
Tony felt his heart was about to explode when he saw Lizzy smiled while talking with her classmate. She was and still is the love of his life even though the two of them ended their relationship two years ago.
He started to write while staring at her lovely face.
I fell in love with you
and so did you with me
But we grew apart -
Despite that, you are
Still in my Heart.
Not being able to control the tears, Tony went out of the room not noticing Lizzy looking at him with sad eyes.
Don’t Look Too Close
I was on my way home from a 12-hour shift - it was almost 1 AM and I was very tired.
I could feel a chill in the air as I was walking along a dimly-lit road. Thinking of things lurking in the dark, I felt goosebumps as fear started to envelope me.
Suddenly, I saw a pair of red eyes a little further beside me and they seem to be following me. Curious, I stared at them and for a second, I could make out a face.
It was the most horrifying face I had ever seen. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital and the person beside me said I had been unconscious for almost a day.
My first entry for the 100-word story challenge that my best friend and I just started. Ah, its a little difficult.
I relinquish nothing to the sight
of tender green beckoning
beyond the grey of strangling mist–
Intended for the willing dark
and empty, clutching, weary hands,
my mind is made up to the brim
of spiritual contrabands.
Flee! you coward of the night
named He Who Once Was Me;
forever fails to feign a ****ing fault
that I again would wreak
on home in blinding young tradition
once a perfect tallied score–
I cherished every burn inflicted
and sprinted back for more.
You asked me why I seldom post things about us now.. I guess you were right, since we are always together we seldom overlook some of the things that we did before in order to express our love for each other. I remember when I could write more than 5 posts about you everyday when you were still in Japan. Now that we are together, it should have doubled, right? I do not understand why it dwindled down to almost nothing.
Well, maybe because we had misunderstandings most of the time, and I admit everything really did change.
What I’m saying is, we should not forget about the things that made us happy when we were apart, and cherish every moment we have now that we are together..
This is the only picture of me that looks sad. I kept looking, but I could not find one that looks even sadder because this picture does not describe how I am feeling right now. I feel the different types of sadness (if there are any) surrounding me. Everything from the sound of the wind, the cars, people’s voices, even the sound of my mobile phone - everything is sad.. Sadder than usual..
I want to be able to reset everything and go back to where I committed that mistake and just redo it. :(