Stories posted 6/8/2007

  • Chocolate

    The only thing I remember about my past life is eating chocolate. I remember salivating and submerging myself into anything t…

  • Dream. (Cont.) Inspired by text

    White doesn’t go with these shorts, I thought, trying my luck. The sweatshirt turned a deep blue color. I slipped it over m…

  • The Tale of Haroun al Rashid and the Mechanical Man

    It happened that the Caliph Haroun al Rashid and his trusted companion and Vizier Ja’far al Barmaki were out carousing one ev…

  • Wake up call Mature

  • Irrational? Phobias.

    Session 1: Ted Miller w/ Dr. Kenton; concerning phobias.
    4:30 P.M., June 12

    “So Ted, do you think you could tell me what y…

  • The Bully in Cona Park.

    I’m more me now than I was when you were the bully in Cona Park. I’m more me now than than I was when I was the sum of all my…

  • A Chain of Events Inspired by a photo

    Ahmad sat in the suspended iron cage looking down at his
    captors. The nearest troglodyte was not quite 4 feet tall. It
    studi…

  • Tick, Tock

    He just left me standing there, completely engulfed by the room, to watch our time to live tick down on the clock overhead. O…

  • tremors of doubt Inspired by text

    It wasn’t there. It simply wasn’t there.The ramifications were staggering. Things were well under way and someone been in the…

  • Maggie

    Maggie walked as far as her exhausted legs would carry her before collapsing defeatedly into a heap to the side of the abando…

  • Tidy Office

    The blue gel pen slid down the face of the tilted table picking up speed before tumbling to the floor with all of the other s…

  • Ground Chuck

    It’s funny how a place that is filled with death, can be abundant with life. I thought as I walked into the Butcher’s Shopp…

  • Moonrise Inspired by a photo

    Their hearts blaze like fire
    Their eyes glow like rain
    They understand the feeling
    They understand the pain
    They run along th…

  • All eyes on Amy Mature Inspired by text

  • In Absentia, part 2 Inspired by text

    Minnaloushe was John’s name for the cat, who he’d always bragged was more canine than feline. Minnaloushe played fetch, loyal…

  • Tick, Tock II Inspired by text

    Thirty seconds. We were the best and the brightest the Earth to Space Aeronautics Program could offer, yet we stood there in …

  • 50 Doors

    Awareness slowly came to me. I first became aware of myself and my senses began to gather information. My first thoughts were…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I examined my thoughts. Why would I not know who I am? My head did not hurt. There were no bumps. I had not hit my head. As I…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    No, I did not think I was blind. I reached into my jacket pocket, pulled out a slender, rubberized, tube that felt like it be…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    Every surface visible to me except for my own body, clothes, and backpack was mirrored. The effect of amount of reflection ca…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I had to distract myself and my body seemed to be in working order. Therefore, I slowly stood up. I slung the back pack over …

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I released the knob as if it was a snake ready to strike out at me. I released it so quickly that I stumbled backwards. Fear …

  • Always Something Left to Learn

    He remembered how he’d tossed a crust of sandwich to a lone seagull, one summer long ago.

    The poor thing had just been on t…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    The harder I tried to “remember” something other than the inside of the sphere, the more empty my memories seemed. Yet, how c…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I was not sure if I was prepared for whatever might be on the other side of any of the doors. So, I decided to investigate wh…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    The remembrance of a book that I had once read flashed through my mind. The main character of the book once had a cat. The ca…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    Finishing my sandwich, I stood having decided to choose a door. I figured that the only way to reach a destination was to tak…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    With a tingle and a whoosh, I found myself surrounded by greenery.

    I was thrown off balance, by the realization that the doo…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    In the distance, I heard the sound of hoof beats which made no sense because beneath my feet was a mossy, spongy surface that…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I strode along the mossy path not knowing if my choices would lead me true. I slowly and carefully turned a blind corner. Whe…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    Then, I realized that an opening was widening at the end of the corridor. The end of the corridor was bounded by two massive …

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    As I ran past the crossing I noticed a flash of movement and noise to my left. I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked toward…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    Simultaneously, the Unicorn stopped all movement and demonstrated her awareness of my presence. She looked directly at me wit…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    At a crossroads in more ways than I could have possible known or understood at the time, I dropped my backpack to the mossy f…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I felt her warm living breath on the back of my neck as she lowered her head around my shoulder and placed the tip of her hor…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    Before I could think, move, bat an eyelash or otherwise act, she pressed against me and effortlessly moved me back to the cro…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    I did not hear her above the sound of my own sobs as she approached. My first hint that she was near, was the tap of her horn…

  • 50 Doors Inspired by text

    With my tears now dried, I stored the knife in my backpack, stood up, slung the backpack cross my shoulder and walked down th…

  • A Burden Shared Inspired by text

    “Looking for this?” said Cynthia, behind him.

    Startled, Philip whirled on her. With a jaw clench, he regained his dignity an…

  • emo story part 1

    He had those empty eyes, the kind you don’t want to look into, but do anyway. The kind that give you the chills and you just …

  • emo story part 2

    Tristen rolled onto the floor and stared at the white ceiling. It matched his white skin. he wasnt usually that pale. It mus…

  • emo story part 3

    And he continued walking, nonchalantly, to the cafeteria.

    He came by his table, “Hey! Tristen!!! I got u a tray, come sit do…

  • Raven and Demetria

    As I walked in the door, I saw my best friend Raven standing there with blood running down her arm. “I didn’t mean to…..it …

  • Silent Death Inspired by text

    “Captain Taylor, we located the syntax error in the code and have made appropriate adjustments.”

    Standing up from behind his…

  • Withdrew

    Charles withdrew from life, society, and the public eye after the tragedy. He could no longer stand the glare of the spotligh…

  • Dog's Life Inspired by text

    Then again, perhaps I was a dog. Dogs tend to consume chocolate crazily given the chance even though it can be deadly for the…