My fingers clamped onto the soft soil, feeling bits of dirt digging into my nails.I straightened my legs and rose up, brushing and clapping my hands free of the debris.
She stood above the crowd, above everyone and yelled, “He’s the one! Fuck off if you don’t like it!”
That got a reaction- first, laughter and then a few jerkish comments from the idiots a row down who thought it would be funny to respond with, “When?”
But she stood still, firmly crossing her arms and staring at him in a obvious act of defiance, not just towards the teachers who had now crossed the gym to try to calm down the senior class, but to everyone who didn’t approve of them as a whole. She loved him, she thought he was it, and seeing all of this happen from his spot on the stage, hands still grasping the papers he had been instructed to read from, gave him a clear understanding of just how much he loved her, too.
I stood there watching. Watching all the strangers pass by. Looking. Standing there I looked. I looked for strangers. Strangers who, I hoped, one day would no longer be a stranger. I wanted to find a stranger. I wanted to find a stranger would no longer be a stranger, who would no longer be a friend, who would no longer be a girlfriend, who would no longer be a lover…
I wanted to find someone special. But I just stood there.
She stood on the sidewalk and gazed out in the rainy street, barely lit by the glow of a nearby lamppost. Maya’s actions were so unspeakable, she couldn’t even look at her reflection in the forming puddle on the gravel below.
she stood there. She waited there. She was alone and there was nothing that she could do about it. The world as she knew it was no longer there. There were no people, they were all dead.
i stood and watched, i watched you from far away.
the way you smiled, and laughed, the way you turned and your eyes locked with mine.
i stood there, waiting for you to come for me,but instead you smiled that smile that said “i love you, but we can’t”
i stood there, hoping that one day you would walk towards me, take my hand in yours and love me forever.
i stood there, and there i will stand until the day comes.
The statue stood there with her shoulders held back by some invisible cord. And so I found the negative space between her hair and the back of her neck, between her left arm and her side, between her taut shoulder blades, between her skyward chin and her neck, between her fingers and toes.
As, slowly, her metallic skin turned flesh, she picked up her foot, nd pulled her knee through to outside the shape in which I was frozen, without a word, without touching my skin, without even glance to humanize her savior. And she left me there, a human, forces to embrace the hole that she left, until once again someone might return to this cave.
Before she left into the sunlight, without turning back to face me, her voice cracked as she whispered one thing. “They’ll tell tales about you,” she whispered, and then, half to herself “someone will find a way.”
And then I felt my knees stiffen, saw my fingers turning bronze, tasted metal, and felt a cold weight drop on my mind.
I stood there at the precipice reveling in it all. One little slip and it could all come tumbling down. But I live for the spiraling heights and would happily end up in heavens were it not for the fact that lack of oxygen and gravity would kill the experience. But falling? It wasn’t the danger here. Not by a long shot.
Alone by the water wondering
“what could have brought me here so suddenly”.
then there she was,
laden with muck and slime and pond leavings, growings,
she was that lady spoken of in myth.
The sword bearing mistress of hallowed legend,
and she had come,
not to make me a king,
but to take from me all that was what I am,
to impale me upon my own dysfunction.
You can’t seem to remember the last time you all stood together, the proud members of the Grey guard, few of you though there now are. Was it before the king died or after the princess married the bastard who’d poisoned him? Was it when the Eyre burned? Or when the last of the griffins fell in a hail of arrows and magyk fire?
You can’t remember but you suppose it doesn’t really matter.
At the pedestal he stood, wrists bound in chains and tears threatening to fall. There are a million pairs of eyes on him as he steps up to the gallows and the rope is secured around his neck.
Year after year he watched the children play, the lovers meet in secret, the elderly huddle together for warmth. Sometimes they touched his rough exterior, tracing the lines of his giant body in wonder. He saw all and knew all. When the cold, lifeless machines came he trembled and cried at their angry sound and felt the pain down to his very core as he fell. Years later, one child who had played beneath him, remembered. She gazed up at the sky and thought of the wise old soul who had previously stood watch over them all.
She stood there, frozen on the spot as her feet felt sticky on the cold floor.It was covered in a film, thick and dark that seemed to slowly ooz around her feet from under the door, her green eyes wide as she couldn’t help but stare at the enlarging pool of dark red liquid.
I stood in the pouring rain waiting for something to happen, for something to move me. All I could feel was the heavy rain on my skin, and my heavy breathing.
A man stood upon the sand dune, both feet firmly pressed into the ground. The sand heaped up about him and spread away in either direction, as though fleeing the scene. He looked like a statue, a pillar, a constant figure in a sea of shifting change.
I stood knee deep in the sea. The wind rustled and whisked away that ship. That ship has sailed. That chance is gone and I stand knee deep wishing it would come back. Come back.
she stood in the wintery street and yelled at her boyfriend for being such an asshole. he was standing there, so apathetic about everything. she didn’t know why he insisted on standing at the rooftop. but she definitely knew that something was wrong. she tried yelling for his name, wanting to see what had happened. but he wouldn’t answer. the next thing she knew, she saw his body plummeting toward the street and she screamed.
She stood there, feeling as numb as she could without suddenly keeling over dead. She couldn’t move – if she moved, then she would know it was real. She would know it was more than just a simple nightmare. Then she would know that the crimson blood on her hands was truly warm and wet against her paling skin.
He waits at the corner under the old bridge for at least thirty minutes before he realises that Danny isn’t coming, and the sigh he makes sounds as heavy as the earth – but in reality it’s lighter than air, cold breath curling up-up-up in the lamplight.
I stood there, unable to believe what everything had become into… That very same day had started as any regular day you may imagine, with people wandering arround, filling the streets, rambling in their minds with anything you can think of. All of them, sadly unaware of the sudden turn of the tide that would crush them.
I stood at the table. I was confused. Where was the food? Mama called me three hours ago saying there would be food on the table when I got home, but where had the phone gone?
the white lace dress wasn’t just a mere remnant of the wedding. it was the memories that never happened. it was the kisses never received. it was the counterpart to the tuxedo that her fiancé never wore. it stood for love and loss.
i stood on this weird green thing. Turns out to be a slime ball. I started to sink in it which took me to another dimendsion. It was so weird but at the same time, awesome!
He stood at the edge of the cliff; looking downwards, he felt a sick sort of dizziness and pulled back. It wasn’t the height, he thought — no. It was the twisted little thing laying broken down below.
“Come on, just do it.” I stood only inches away from the line. If I idled around any longer I would lose my mind wondering what lay ahead of me, but if I crossed it, I might never come back. Was I really ready to leave it all behind? I closed my eyes and juggled the possibilities. “I told you she wouldn’t do it. She always follows the rules.” I could feel my blood burn me from the inside out. My eyes shot open, and I shoved her out of the way. “Watch me.”
ali, bem ali, ela ficou. por horas, talvez. dias. meses. pareceu uma eternidade, mas ainda assim ela ficou. esperou até que a última gota de chuva caísse, que os pássaros surgissem de seus esconderijos, que as coisas voltassem ao normal. então -e só então- resolveu se mover.
“Which one of them stood out to you?” the casting director asked me, passing me the headshots.
I scratched at the whitehead glowing from my chin as I perused the picture of the actresses we had just seen. So far, none of them had really blown me away, but we weren’t necessarily getting massive lines out the door for this production. Still, picky writers have picky minds, so I exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring slightly, and passed the photos back, shaking my head. “None of them.”
the rooftop was high above the rest of the buildings and there stood a man. he could look down on everyone and everything, people passing by, rushing through their days. the wind was leaving him feeling numb. to die or to live, what’s the difference? he’d much rather jump to feel the wind
He stood on the hill, watching over the lights of the town. It seemed so serene, considering the apocalypse was raining down upon the world. The lights flickered, the screams were distant, but it all felt so nice and relaxed. It all flowed together, the destruction and beauty.
When i stood in front of him all i wanted to say is that i loved him and that i never wanted to leave him but the propblem was that he did not deserve my love and that i deserve better in life cauyse he was an ass to me and he can go fuck him self
You know, there where a lot of times, when I literally just stood there, baffled by whatever they showed me.
No matter wether it was the amazing beach, the wonderful mountain or that ever-so-awesome countryside. It always looked like a painting.
And I always stood there, breathless.
Wordless.
My fingers clamped onto the soft soil, feeling bits of dirt digging into my nails.I straightened my legs and rose up, brushing and clapping my hands free of the debris.
She stood above the crowd, above everyone and yelled, “He’s the one! Fuck off if you don’t like it!”
That got a reaction- first, laughter and then a few jerkish comments from the idiots a row down who thought it would be funny to respond with, “When?”
But she stood still, firmly crossing her arms and staring at him in a obvious act of defiance, not just towards the teachers who had now crossed the gym to try to calm down the senior class, but to everyone who didn’t approve of them as a whole. She loved him, she thought he was it, and seeing all of this happen from his spot on the stage, hands still grasping the papers he had been instructed to read from, gave him a clear understanding of just how much he loved her, too.
I stood there watching. Watching all the strangers pass by. Looking. Standing there I looked. I looked for strangers. Strangers who, I hoped, one day would no longer be a stranger. I wanted to find a stranger. I wanted to find a stranger would no longer be a stranger, who would no longer be a friend, who would no longer be a girlfriend, who would no longer be a lover…
I wanted to find someone special. But I just stood there.
She stood on the sidewalk and gazed out in the rainy street, barely lit by the glow of a nearby lamppost. Maya’s actions were so unspeakable, she couldn’t even look at her reflection in the forming puddle on the gravel below.
she stood there. She waited there. She was alone and there was nothing that she could do about it. The world as she knew it was no longer there. There were no people, they were all dead.
i stood and watched, i watched you from far away.
the way you smiled, and laughed, the way you turned and your eyes locked with mine.
i stood there, waiting for you to come for me,but instead you smiled that smile that said “i love you, but we can’t”
i stood there, hoping that one day you would walk towards me, take my hand in yours and love me forever.
i stood there, and there i will stand until the day comes.
The statue stood there with her shoulders held back by some invisible cord. And so I found the negative space between her hair and the back of her neck, between her left arm and her side, between her taut shoulder blades, between her skyward chin and her neck, between her fingers and toes.
As, slowly, her metallic skin turned flesh, she picked up her foot, nd pulled her knee through to outside the shape in which I was frozen, without a word, without touching my skin, without even glance to humanize her savior. And she left me there, a human, forces to embrace the hole that she left, until once again someone might return to this cave.
Before she left into the sunlight, without turning back to face me, her voice cracked as she whispered one thing. “They’ll tell tales about you,” she whispered, and then, half to herself “someone will find a way.”
And then I felt my knees stiffen, saw my fingers turning bronze, tasted metal, and felt a cold weight drop on my mind.
I closed my eyes.
What i stood for was justice,
a tiny sliver of it,
taken by laying down
with woman after woman
and standing up for my ineptitude.
He stood by the lamp and the light overshadowed his face. He looked different with the light highlighting an angle of his face.
I stood there at the precipice reveling in it all. One little slip and it could all come tumbling down. But I live for the spiraling heights and would happily end up in heavens were it not for the fact that lack of oxygen and gravity would kill the experience. But falling? It wasn’t the danger here. Not by a long shot.
Alone by the water wondering
“what could have brought me here so suddenly”.
then there she was,
laden with muck and slime and pond leavings, growings,
she was that lady spoken of in myth.
The sword bearing mistress of hallowed legend,
and she had come,
not to make me a king,
but to take from me all that was what I am,
to impale me upon my own dysfunction.
You can’t seem to remember the last time you all stood together, the proud members of the Grey guard, few of you though there now are. Was it before the king died or after the princess married the bastard who’d poisoned him? Was it when the Eyre burned? Or when the last of the griffins fell in a hail of arrows and magyk fire?
You can’t remember but you suppose it doesn’t really matter.
At the pedestal he stood, wrists bound in chains and tears threatening to fall. There are a million pairs of eyes on him as he steps up to the gallows and the rope is secured around his neck.
Year after year he watched the children play, the lovers meet in secret, the elderly huddle together for warmth. Sometimes they touched his rough exterior, tracing the lines of his giant body in wonder. He saw all and knew all. When the cold, lifeless machines came he trembled and cried at their angry sound and felt the pain down to his very core as he fell. Years later, one child who had played beneath him, remembered. She gazed up at the sky and thought of the wise old soul who had previously stood watch over them all.
She stood there, frozen on the spot as her feet felt sticky on the cold floor.It was covered in a film, thick and dark that seemed to slowly ooz around her feet from under the door, her green eyes wide as she couldn’t help but stare at the enlarging pool of dark red liquid.
I stood in the pouring rain waiting for something to happen, for something to move me. All I could feel was the heavy rain on my skin, and my heavy breathing.
A man stood upon the sand dune, both feet firmly pressed into the ground. The sand heaped up about him and spread away in either direction, as though fleeing the scene. He looked like a statue, a pillar, a constant figure in a sea of shifting change.
I stood knee deep in the sea. The wind rustled and whisked away that ship. That ship has sailed. That chance is gone and I stand knee deep wishing it would come back. Come back.
she stood in the wintery street and yelled at her boyfriend for being such an asshole. he was standing there, so apathetic about everything. she didn’t know why he insisted on standing at the rooftop. but she definitely knew that something was wrong. she tried yelling for his name, wanting to see what had happened. but he wouldn’t answer. the next thing she knew, she saw his body plummeting toward the street and she screamed.
She stood there, feeling as numb as she could without suddenly keeling over dead. She couldn’t move – if she moved, then she would know it was real. She would know it was more than just a simple nightmare. Then she would know that the crimson blood on her hands was truly warm and wet against her paling skin.
He waits at the corner under the old bridge for at least thirty minutes before he realises that Danny isn’t coming, and the sigh he makes sounds as heavy as the earth – but in reality it’s lighter than air, cold breath curling up-up-up in the lamplight.
Jasiri
.
I stood on the table and made an announcement saying, “GIVE ME ALL YOUR FOOD!” Of course i didn’t get anything
I stood there, unable to believe what everything had become into… That very same day had started as any regular day you may imagine, with people wandering arround, filling the streets, rambling in their minds with anything you can think of. All of them, sadly unaware of the sudden turn of the tide that would crush them.
I stood at the table. I was confused. Where was the food? Mama called me three hours ago saying there would be food on the table when I got home, but where had the phone gone?
the white lace dress wasn’t just a mere remnant of the wedding. it was the memories that never happened. it was the kisses never received. it was the counterpart to the tuxedo that her fiancé never wore. it stood for love and loss.
the waves splashed at my feet.the wind blew strongly from the west,warm and sweet .
i stood on this weird green thing. Turns out to be a slime ball. I started to sink in it which took me to another dimendsion. It was so weird but at the same time, awesome!
He stood at the edge of the cliff; looking downwards, he felt a sick sort of dizziness and pulled back. It wasn’t the height, he thought — no. It was the twisted little thing laying broken down below.
“Come on, just do it.” I stood only inches away from the line. If I idled around any longer I would lose my mind wondering what lay ahead of me, but if I crossed it, I might never come back. Was I really ready to leave it all behind? I closed my eyes and juggled the possibilities. “I told you she wouldn’t do it. She always follows the rules.” I could feel my blood burn me from the inside out. My eyes shot open, and I shoved her out of the way. “Watch me.”
ali, bem ali, ela ficou. por horas, talvez. dias. meses. pareceu uma eternidade, mas ainda assim ela ficou. esperou até que a última gota de chuva caísse, que os pássaros surgissem de seus esconderijos, que as coisas voltassem ao normal. então -e só então- resolveu se mover.
you looked behind you and he stood there like a hopeless goddamn stop sign embedded in an abandoned road
you spin on your heel with a sigh,
fuck it
“Which one of them stood out to you?” the casting director asked me, passing me the headshots.
I scratched at the whitehead glowing from my chin as I perused the picture of the actresses we had just seen. So far, none of them had really blown me away, but we weren’t necessarily getting massive lines out the door for this production. Still, picky writers have picky minds, so I exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring slightly, and passed the photos back, shaking my head. “None of them.”
the rooftop was high above the rest of the buildings and there stood a man. he could look down on everyone and everything, people passing by, rushing through their days. the wind was leaving him feeling numb. to die or to live, what’s the difference? he’d much rather jump to feel the wind
He stood on the hill, watching over the lights of the town. It seemed so serene, considering the apocalypse was raining down upon the world. The lights flickered, the screams were distant, but it all felt so nice and relaxed. It all flowed together, the destruction and beauty.
When i stood in front of him all i wanted to say is that i loved him and that i never wanted to leave him but the propblem was that he did not deserve my love and that i deserve better in life cauyse he was an ass to me and he can go fuck him self
You know, there where a lot of times, when I literally just stood there, baffled by whatever they showed me.
No matter wether it was the amazing beach, the wonderful mountain or that ever-so-awesome countryside. It always looked like a painting.
And I always stood there, breathless.
Wordless.
She stood loud and proud of herself.
Then she woke up. Her legs still paralyzed.
Stood, the man stood true to his word of innocents in the court of law.