• Ebony Bird commented on the post, armchair 6 years, 3 months ago

    In an empty room, with no company but the old, creaking wooden floors and the windows that stood as a gateway to the cold world outside, an armchair sat, caked in dust. The one who once sat reading in it a long forgotten memory.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, intent 6 years, 7 months ago

    Her intent was to forget it all. Leave it behind by drowning out everything that could remind her of it. She put her head underwater and tried to breathe in, but her lungs wouldn’t allow her to. She stayed under until her salty tears mixed into the freshwater lake, yet when she raised her head again, the voice of guilt still streamed into her ears.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, balloon 6 years, 8 months ago

    There’s a little speck floating in the sky. It could be the free floating balloon of a child now in tears, or a bird in the distance, lost and alone. It could be a speck on my glasses, or something in my eye, but it could also be a helicopter or airplane.

    There are a million ways to see things from a distance. It’s only when we silence the…[Read more]

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, joyous 6 years, 8 months ago

    It should have been a joyous moment. The tears that wet my cheeks should have been tears of happiness, but instead they were of shock and fear. I wiped his blood off my hands and stared in disbelief at his mangled body, but the truth would not escape my thoughts.

    I did this.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, pairs 6 years, 8 months ago

    Everyone tells me that people are better in pairs. After all, who would rather have a misfit single sock than two that match? But I disagree. It’s always been better with just myself as company. I’ve taught myself to face the world alone, so why should I feel the need to drag another along?

    Perhaps I’m better as half of a pair, perhaps I am…[Read more]

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, coach 6 years, 8 months ago

    “YOU LOST! You’ll never be anything but a loser, Miss Cardeth, and I don’t want a loser on my team.”

    This is my basketball coach. He’s a short little man with greasy, dull brown hair displayed in a comb over. His face is covered in wrinkles and constantly red, which makes him appear far older than he is, but I suppose a lifetime of yelling will…[Read more]

  • I screamed.
    I cried.
    I shouted.
    The murder went undetected.
    With invisible blood, there was no evidence.
    When no one ever cared, there was no one to notice.
    The murder went undetected.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, collage 6 years, 8 months ago

    It was a collage of blood and broken bones. An entire village of 79 people, dead. My stomach turned as I made out the frightened and charred face of a child in the remains of a burnt down home.

    “I never meant for this to happen.”

    “You were warned.”

    “I know…I regret fighting. I feel more beaten now than I would had I lost.”

  • Where there is love, there will always be hate. Time and time again these words have proven to be honest, but now they appear to be false. And still, they haunt me. I fear that hate is simply taking it’s sweet time and love is growing tired. Soon enough, hate will be near, and it will devour all else.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, homeless 6 years, 8 months ago

    And all alone, the invisible queen grew from a forgotten little girl into a lovely young woman- who, to the towns people, was only a myth. She spent her days caring for her gardens, dancing alone in the ballroom and painting pictures of a family she never knew. She had the entire castle to herself, but all the same, the invisible queen couldn’t…[Read more]

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, shattered 6 years, 9 months ago

    A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. His breath came out in shallow bursts and his body shuddered in pain as I slowly slid the knife between his ribs.

    “I am so, so sorry.” I whisper into his hair. His body lies crippled at my feet. “But that answer was not good enough.”

    And as the life leaves the eyes of my first kill, I feel it.
    I feel…[Read more]

  • It’s only me, alone here,
    In my mind I’m not afraid.
    It’s me singing to my fingertips,
    Holding tight while clouds pass by.
    As I fly higher than impossible
    People forget to stare in wonder.
    I fly up into the stratosphere
    And forget the world down under.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, casting 6 years, 9 months ago

    He kept casting the line over and over again. Obsessively. I asked him once why on earth it was so important for him catch a fish when he could simply buy one in the market and save himself the trouble, but he only shot me with a glare before look before returning to his fishing.

    This morning, in the paper, I read that the old man had drowned-…[Read more]

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, signed 6 years, 9 months ago

    The ink bled down the page as he signed his name, right at the bottom. He had promised he would never sell the old farm house, but it was beginning to drive him mad. Screams echoed through the constantly, deadly cold hallways and the stairs would often creak and groan even when nobody traveled them. The house was haunted, yes, he had know that for…[Read more]

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, taboo 6 years, 9 months ago

    Taboo? Taboo. Taboo, taboo, taboo. It’s all a taboo to me. This is what I’ve always sworn I would never do, always sworn I would never feel. I’ve always told myself I’m better off alone, and I think I am. But now I’m torn. I have a plan, places I want to go, a line I walk along and never planned to let go. But now I feel my feet slipping and I…[Read more]

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, beer 6 years, 9 months ago

    His coat reeked of it, and the stench suffocated me as he drew me near. I never wanted this. I never saw it coming. I cough and try to pull away, but he holds me tightly and his arms are strong.

    And I’m afraid.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, stories 6 years, 9 months ago

    So many stories. What’s yours? What’s mine?
    Better make it one worth listening to.

    I want my story to be told; to grow old; so old it’s almost a fairy tale.
    An adventure so great, the old and wise will share it with their children as they drift off to sleep.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, rating 6 years, 10 months ago

    If you keep rating the stars on how brightly they shine, you’ll miss all the beauty of the moon.

  • Ebony Bird commented on the post, crow 6 years, 10 months ago

    And perched above her bed sat the midnight crow.
    It’s piercing cries sang to her sleeping mind,
    sang it into madness.
    Obsessed and senseless,
    she followed the sound of it’s feathers against the air,
    followed it into the land of the dead.
    She fell down on her knees as it flew into the trees,
    asking why it had taken her too early.
    But the…[Read more]

  • “Checkmate.”
    He doesn’t even blink. He just accepts it. Sometimes I can hardly stand it- he’s so mundane it makes my heart hurt.
    “Do you want to play again?” He asks, only for the sake of making conversation.
    I though I could help him. I thought I could change his life, really make him appreciate life.
    But changing someone’s life is…[Read more]