• cam commented on the post, magazines 7 years ago

    The pile of magazines are outdated, old, and filled with has beens. The girl kicks her feet back and forth silently, a magazine about the latest trends for teens spread across her lap. She looks up at the clock, […]

  • cam commented on the post, want 7 years, 1 month ago

    It burns so badly inside of him. The sights, smells, sounds of being an actual normal size overwhelm him and he curls up in on himself. Being equal is a far off dream to him, and all he desires is to be flesh and […]

  • cam commented on the post, fuses 7 years, 2 months ago

    She is a short fuse, filled to the brim with light and thievery and deceit. You hold your ground in the form of flipped coins and the sweet sweet scent of JUSTICE. You and her are fuses that are crossed so tightly […]

  • cam commented on the post, fuses 7 years, 2 months ago

    Click click.


    The smoke chokes his lungs, and he feels the warm drip-drip-dripdrip of blood trailing through his hair and down his face to drip off his cheek. He curses once twice and a third time […]

  • cam commented on the post, icing 7 years, 2 months ago

    The cake is nearly done, and he is covered head to toe in all sorts of confectionery ingredients. His eyes dart around the dirtied kitchen, and he wonders in all of his thirteen years of living, if his dad would […]

  • cam commented on the post, suspects 7 years, 2 months ago

    The fingerprints are blurred, but she can smell the lies on her breath. She holds her head high, wide eyes unblinking as she stares at the suspects. A toothy grin crosses her face, and there is the smell of […]

  • cam commented on the post, patrol 7 years, 2 months ago

    the rhythmic sound of boots echo in his head. his heart races sweat drips down his forehead and his muscles ache from crouching in the same position for hours. he watches the shadows pace back and forth, his […]

  • cam commented on the post, stretcher 7 years, 2 months ago

    Her throat burned the longer she screamed, and she wanted everything to stop. Stop stop stop stop her mind shrieked, over and over again. Her heart races at the sight of the crumbled metal, the twisted scraps all […]

  • cam commented on the post, adviser 7 years, 2 months ago

    He sits upon her shoulder, a small thing, a wisp of a being really. She doesn’t notice him often, and sometimes he gets lonely. Soon, however, her head turns to meet his eye and she asks him plainly, “Should I?” […]

  • cam commented on the post, architecture 7 years, 3 months ago

    The arches and bends in the metal structure make your eyes wander. They focus on the swirling curls of the handrails, and you feel the warmth radiate from it. The sense of being small overwhelms you and your heart […]

  • cam commented on the post, balloons 7 years, 4 months ago

    You hate the sight of balloons. You can’t stand the colors, the brightness, the hues, the sheer amount of happy memories that get associated with the latex monsters. You remember the bad times, and how you lost […]

  • cam commented on the post, poster 7 years, 5 months ago

    The poster is ripped, multiple tears and blurred faces. Your eyes focus on nothing but the eyes that stare back. You can’t believe it, he did it. Your best friend, your bro, your boyfriend did it!! He was finally […]

  • cam commented on the post, sleeve 7 years, 9 months ago

    his heart is easily pinned there, just above his shoulder. his mercury colored eyes are always so easily read, just like his bleeding heart pinned tightly to his sleeve. there isn’t anything he’d change about that, he doesn’t mind his heart is an open book. it’s easier that way. it’s easier to brush off the […]

  • cam commented on the post, radical 7 years, 11 months ago

    the sound of the waves echoed in his ears. they sounded far off, distant. he’s standing on a board in the middle of the chaotic waves. he is a god. he is immortal. he tames the waves like a lion tamer, they crash and roar, but he never falls. he finishes and lands safely on […]

  • cam commented on the post, clipped 8 years ago

    his shoulder blades are simply gaping holes. there’s dried blood, fresh blood, and in-between blood all over him. he’s sobbing, he’s crying, he’s miserable. how could he? he was such a horrible, terrible, frightful, disgusting creature—HIM WHO WAS ONCE GOD’S CHILD—is now a clipped winged angel, bound for the depths of hell.

    he is bitter.

  • cam commented on the post, clipped 8 years ago

    ruby red blood bubbles from his shoulders. tears stream down his face, disregard for whoever sees him in such a state. he doesn’t care he doesn’t care he doesn’t care— HE DOESN’T FUCKING CARE. his wings oh god oh god his wings are clipped and broken and torn apart all because he gave his heart […]

  • cam commented on the post, division 8 years ago

    there’s something between them. they aren’t as close as they were before. it frightens him. he doesn’t understand why she isn’t talking to him. why she isn’t smiling at him. why she isn’t near him any more. it frightens him. it frightens him so much. there’s a division between them, and it’s breaking his heart […]

  • cam commented on the post, thread 8 years, 1 month ago

    the girl’s cackling could be heard echoing off the stone prison she resided in. all she could do was sit and weave threads. not just ordinary threads, threads that connect lovers. she used to be happy. so so so happy with her lover until—


    her thread’s been severed already. she’s bitter now.

  • cam commented on the post, punishment 8 years, 1 month ago

    silence. nothing stirred. my mind is eroding. what is going on? is this some sort of divine intervention? did i do something wrong? i’m being punished. i will be isolated forever and no one will save me. no one cares. this is my punishment for being insolent and ignorant.

  • cam commented on the post, near 8 years, 1 month ago

    the farther away you are, the more it hurts. it hurts to see you with someone else. but i understand that when you were near me, all we did was fight. we fought, yelled, screamed, and sometimes exchanged blows. it’s okay you don’t want to be anywhere near me. i’m used to being abandoned. it’s […]