As I sit here reading the submissions that everyone has so generously put forth, only one thought comes to my mind. Why do these submitters write this way? Why are their submissions so forlorn? Do they (and I) have nothing better to write about than death?
Author: TianaWhite1
Capture Corruption
The flesh feels sticky, the soul is bright with agony. The only message within it, lies deep between the crevasse of irony.
Razorblade Skizophrenia
She wiped the thick salty tears from her cheeks and let out a frustrated growl. She had to do it. They commanded her too. She could not disobey their orders. Though she hated them with so much passion, she could not turn away from them. They were her only friends in world. Focus, she told… Continue reading Razorblade Skizophrenia
Far, Far Away
Torrid Canyon Caves Vengeful Moonlight grimmer the Youthful, Truthful blaze and Winter’s dimmer Glimmer
Dungeon Dreams (Part 1)
They stood on the overcrowded street, laughing and smacking each other. Jesse had had a little too much to drink, and he joked around with the Iranians behind him. They spoke rapidly, and Jesse listened with interest.
Extinction
So I’m just sitting here, staring at the blank void of emptiness, wishing I were elsewhere in time, in place. I sit here toiling with the bitter warmth of loneliness.