• Nocturnus commented on the post, easygoing 5 years, 6 months ago

    She laid her head back in the grass. The wind rustled the strands of her hair, letting them fly freely over her face. She sighed, a long, deep, drawn-out breath that seemed to contain all the world in it. She closed her eyes, letting the sun shine through her eyelids. Some day, it felt good to just let all her problems go.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, rewrite 5 years, 6 months ago

    I took the pen, wet the tip in my mouth. I knew I would only get one chance at this. Some things, you can’t rewrite. The past, for example, is set in stone once it occurs. There’s no going back. Every decison, every mistake, is yours forever once it’s been made.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, tank 5 years, 6 months ago

    The tank hatch flipped open. There was a moan of pain from within. Then, silence.

    He peeked inside. A woman, clutching her arm, a blossom of red spilling from her breast, her face as ashen in death as it must have been beautiful in life.

    He reached down, kicked her arm aside. He plucked the pistol from her belt.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, liberty 7 years, 3 months ago

    Give me liberty or give me death. Ironic that you should say that. These days, liberty seems more like a privilege than a right. What liberty we once had has been swallowed up by dirty politics and under-the-table agreements. Are we free? Or are we as chained as we’ve always been?

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, bellow 7 years, 3 months ago

    A loud shout from a pair of lungs. A tool for sustaining fire. Pressure to maintain a burning flame, in both the hearth and in battle.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, accordion 7 years, 3 months ago

    He placed his hands within the worn leather straps. “Now, you pull, and it makes one tone,” he said, demonstrating, “and when you push back, it makes another.” The bellows flexed as he began to play. “This is a song my father taught me, and his father before him. We have had different instruments, different […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, conceal 7 years, 3 months ago

    He pulled the rug over her body. The blood seeped through the carpet as he tried to roll her over. The floor was slick, and his hands were soaked crimson. This wasn’t going to work. He should have never taken that dare.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, savage 7 years, 3 months ago

    They called him a savage. He had come down from the mountain’s edge, garbed in the furs of the animals he had taken with his hands and teeth, bones through his hair. He was an animal to them. He looked back, saw their waste, the furs and bones of his fellow creatures tossed aside like […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, platinum 7 years, 4 months ago

    The ring shone brightly in the dimming sunset. It wasn’t gold – at least, not -gold- gold. They called it white gold. He didn’t really know why. It didn’t matter what it was called anyways – he opened his hand and tipped his palm, letting it fall into the sand. With the tip of his […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, rules 7 years, 5 months ago

    There are rules that govern everything. Rules that teach the universe how to behave. Rules that maintain social interactions. What happens when the rules are broken? Or worse, what happens when the rules are bent?

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, beginning 7 years, 5 months ago

    She came into this world with a wild cry. That was her beginning, the start of a life, a blank slate on which to write a story to awe the entire world. But here she was, lying on the dirty hospital sheets, at her end; and in the end, she realized she had been a […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, deer 7 years, 8 months ago

    He stepped into the clearing, and there it was. Artemis’ golden hind, the rarest and fastest deer in the world. And he had found it, after months of tracking, sleeping under rocks, eating berries and squirrels and whatever he could find. Silently, he drew his great bow, nearly two feet taller than his massive frame.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, repeat 7 years, 8 months ago

    The CD player was stuck on repeat. He gently rapped it against the corner of his desk, but the skipping beat in his ears told him his methods were ineffective. He tapped harder, a bit too hard, and the lid cracked open. The CD popped out and rolled like a wheel under his bed, just […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, plaid 7 years, 10 months ago

    The plaid shirt hung loosely over the banister. It was dusty, dirty, crumpled, and slightly damp from sweat. Just behind it, you could hear moans of pleasure from the bedroom door.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, robot 8 years ago

    Tomorrow. Judgement Day. It had been predicted by his mother, by the men who had come from the future. From his underground bunker, John Connor waited. He remembered the robots, from the far future. They hunted him like an animal, but he had survived. Thrived, even. He turned to his wife, and whispered, “They’re coming.”

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, acoustic 8 years ago

    I picked up the old acoustic guitar. It had once belonged to my grandfather, who had gotten it from a music shop, back when instruments were respected – especially the guitar, a chanel of classical music, of elegance. Nowadays it was distorted and fed through so many filters, it was hard to say if there […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, whiskey 8 years ago

    He put down the glass of whiskey and turned back to his work. When he reached for the glass again, it wasn’t there. Looking up, he saw it on the other side of the table. He frowned. He could have sworn he had put it down right there. In fact, when he looked, there was […]

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, gasoline 8 years ago

    Gasoline prices had gone up since the war. The oil rigs had all been bombed and the derricks in the east had been torched as part of the area-denial policy. There was nothing left. No gas for ambulances, or power generators, or airplanes. The world was dying, because its life’s blood had been drained.

  • Nocturnus commented on the post, obsolete 8 years ago

    Obsolete. That’s all he was. How would he feed his family? His children were barely out of the crib. Years of long work at the company, reduced to a piece of paper stating his termination. “Cutbacks,” his boss had said, apologetically. “It’s hard, I know, but maybe you could find work elsewhere – you’re still […]