The mortal temptation of which I speak, who shall be named Arlene, is one such person who thrust’s these jests to others, to guard her spirit and cleanse her mind. Tears run from her eyes and began to chip away the carefully laden mascara.
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Whispers
Harmony sat with her back to the door. Her drapes shut tight, so no light entered her room,save for one small beam, cast on the floor in front of her.The stray beam cut through the dark void of the still room like a knife. But Harmony did not notice the bright intruder,she was occuppied with… Continue reading Whispers
Death of the Depressed
I lay in a tub shivering as my body loses against this intruder. Guilt and depression, my common enemies, has now infested my body. My eyes once alert are taken by darkness as I slip into unconsciousness. What have I done to feel so wrong? Who has caused me to slit my wrists? The blood… Continue reading Death of the Depressed
Not Quite Kafka – A Different Sort of Metamorphosis
First draft of a story I’m working on. Feedback would be appreciated. – Jason irrelevant@apexmail.com ——————– (presently untitled) Roger only wanted to wash the dishes quickly and move on to find some more amusing diversion. His quiet cube of an apartment, with sickly yellow walls and cracked off-white tiles, was depressing him on this unremarkable… Continue reading Not Quite Kafka – A Different Sort of Metamorphosis