• cup commented on the post, bell 6 months ago

    The Hell’s bell is a cute, shiny still horrible little thing. It hangs on a beautiful red velvet ribbon above the head if the damned soul. And when this poor spirit finally is getting a peace of mind or would become almost reserved with its situation, this tiny freak of an instrument starts to ring with blaring, unstoppable, infuriating sound.

  • cup commented on the post, illuminated 6 months ago

    Then pain illuminated his mind with a sudden, bright white light, burning out everything else from his consciousness. Nothing existed, only pain. Soon, he didn’t exist either. And so the pain has ceased.

  • cup commented on the post, circus 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    The circus has started to awake. It was a new day, and the director was reflecting on last night’s show over a not so “damn good” cup of coffee. It’s a commonplace fact that the sector has been declining for a very long time, but he felt the anachronism of the whole thing painfully in his bones. This legacy has gotten harder every single night.

  • cup commented on the post, plot 6 months, 4 weeks ago

    I wonder what the plot of my first novel would be. I am not a social butterfly, I am not buzzing around people all the time so this novel probably would reflect that fact and my love of bildungsroman novels. In a nutshell, the plot of the novel would be the following: a strange stupid little girl is growing up all alone in a junkyard of abandoned…[Read more]

  • cup commented on the post, stolen 1 year, 3 months ago

    Pete awoke with a terrible thought: his life was stolen from him. And now, he is “living” in his sad, empty and purposeless shell of existence as a toilet brush holder. His so-called life is so full of shit!

  • cup commented on the post, pool 1 year, 4 months ago

    The place was a pool of shadows. Odd shapes, mystical shades and gruesome umbras were lurking behind the altar. The chapel was so full of shadow-creatures that it would not be hyperbolic to call it the temple of incubi.

  • cup commented on the post, general 1 year, 5 months ago

    The general idea of the massacre was that Sisyphusian euglenids became fed up with being Sisyphusian. They wanted a meaning and a real goal for their life. They were tired of aimless phagocytosis and substrate-gliding. Time has come for them to be idealists and to start a real fuckin’ evolution.

  • cup commented on the post, history 1 year, 5 months ago

    Claus gave up his job as an office clerk to be a YouTube star after his channel about Teddy bears became increasingly successful. All started one year ago when he uploaded a video about his torn teddy bear which he got 40 years ago from his mother when he was in a hospital for two weeks. And now, everything in his life was about teddy bears, teddy…[Read more]

  • cup commented on the post, supposed 1 year, 5 months ago

    I supposed that we live in a world where chocolate bunnies get the treatment they deserve. Today, it has changed. A chocolate factory, abiding consumerism, started to convert chocolate bunnies to chocolate Santas AND fill them up with tiny pink and blue marshmallows. Marshmallows!
    As my great great grandpa always said, there’s no respect in this…[Read more]

  • cup commented on the post, staggering 1 year, 6 months ago

    The drunk man was staggering along the street, like a comedian in a silent slapstick movie. However, there was a strange beauty in his movements, a precision of the rhythm of his steps, waves and tumbles, resembling a mathematical sequence or a musical dynamic. It was a real phenomenon to behold.

  • cup commented on the post, fields 1 year, 7 months ago

    This Halloween, the pumpkin fields are in real danger. A formidable religious sect of chocolate bunnies is merging, plotting a hideous flash mob for these ridiculous and loathsome festivities.There is only one thing they do not take into account: they will not ridicule this holiday, they will realise its very essence: every single pumpkin will be…[Read more]

  • cup commented on the post, worship 1 year, 7 months ago

    I worship mashed potatoes. There is nothing so beautiful, symmetrical, perfect and mesmerizing as a plate of nice, pulpy mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes are guarding the secrets of the universe, they are the hidden meaning behind everything you see, they are the cure for every ailment, the solution for the world’s problem and they are the Gods…[Read more]

  • cup commented on the post, harmonica 1 year, 7 months ago

    The old lady was walking in the forest, slowly taking her steps. Suddenly, a sweet voice had her attention. It was the strange, high-pitched childhood sound of a small toy harmonica. Still, the musician was playing virtuously, as far as you can master an instrument with only a few notes.

  • cup commented on the post, dollars 1 year, 7 months ago

    The little Central-European exchange kiosk was a busy place. Euros, pounds, forints, leis, and rubles were changing hands every day, earning a large margin for the shop owner. There was one currency though, which was entirely useless and abandoned: dollars were as useless here as a half pair of holey, rugged socks.

  • cup commented on the post, bark 1 year, 7 months ago

    A dog is barking at a tree as if the dog would like to bark the tree, shaming its bark for hiding insects and being the commodity for Noah’s Bark.

  • cup commented on the post, discontent 1 year, 7 months ago

    It is not enough to say that Trudy was discontent with herself. She was heart-burning to the extremes, alienated from her body, mind, and soul as well. There was not a single sentence she pronounced or written that she was contented with and she was punishing herself for her own ugly, unsophisticated, mentally sluggish thoughts. She simply was not…[Read more]

  • cup commented on the post, soundproof 1 year, 7 months ago

    His flat was a soundproof, lightproof, people-proof heaven-like prison, where no one could intrude in any way. Not even a single flyer advertisement, nor the internet could break into his peace and quiet, there was nothing to test his social skills or self-control.

  • cup commented on the post, unopened 1 year, 7 months ago

    She often felt that her life was an unopened flask full of a magic dust called nothing. She never opened the flask, so she got nothing, but even if she opened it, she would have just ended with a hint of magical nothingness.

  • cup commented on the post, vultures 1 year, 8 months ago

    The vultures were gathering around the rocks, like dark clouds before a storm. They were smelling death, the sweet time for having a feast.

  • cup commented on the post, daisies 1 year, 8 months ago

    Daisies for the brave, daisies for the coward.
    Daisies for your day you spent in front of your computer, merging work and free time.
    Yes, you fucking deserve daisies for it.