• Stef commented on the post, escape 8 years, 10 months ago

    I use this place to escape. A room inside my mind where no one can get me, no one can hurt me, no one can tell me what to do. I’m safe here, all alone in my mind, with my knowledge and my words and my books. My thoughts, some of them are dangerous, frightening, […]

  • Stef commented on the post, cross 8 years, 10 months ago

    He made the sign of the cross above me, and I could only feel disgusted. How would this help me in anyway? These stupid superstitions, his magic wasn’t worth anything more than the faith only he had in it. Even though somehow I felt lighter, I ignored it, because it was nothing.

  • Stef commented on the post, none 8 years, 10 months ago

    I have nothing to show for all the work that I’ve done. I’ve toiled for years, decades, huge chunks of my life for a little bit of nothing. Nothing, it was all for nothing. I could have been so much more, and I’ve tried so, so hard. But it was all for naught. I have […]

  • Stef commented on the post, miles 8 years, 10 months ago

    I’ve gone for miles and miles alone, walked for thousands of miles on my own. The weight of one life just feels so heavy, when I only have my two shoulders. And now, standing on the edge, where the cliff of life meets the sea of death, I stand. I am all alone.

  • Stef commented on the post, maid 8 years, 10 months ago

    He had sex with the maid. Plain and simple. She was beautifully simple, with olive skin and dark eyes. He was pale and ordinary, with a just as ordinary wife and children. He craved the exotic, he craved adventure, and he got it, in her, the maid.

  • Stef commented on the post, complete 8 years, 11 months ago

    It shall never be complete. I am missing dozens of piece, the ones I do have are warped with the heat of the ages, and I cannot make neighbors fit. I stare down at the puzzle, and to me it is the most pathetic sight in the world. I stare down at the puzzle. It […]

  • Stef commented on the post, sudden 8 years, 11 months ago

    The darkness was sudden and complete. There was nothing, not a candle’s flame, not a lightbulb, not a star. I was not blind, my eyes were working perfectly. It was the world around me that was broken, dead, and devoid of light, of life.

  • Stef commented on the post, driven 8 years, 11 months ago

    I’ve driven from coast to coast in a forty year old blue junker and it has been the best experience of my life. At seventeen most people really haven’t been around, or that’s what I have learned through seventeen years of observation. There’s always a few. Military families and such, who’ve been all over the […]

  • Stef commented on the post, gift 8 years, 11 months ago

    It was a gift in which no one could mistake its interior. A red box sporting yellow polka-dots and a card that read Happy Birthday in black letters across the front. Everyone knew what this present was, despite someone’s obvious desire to disguise it, for out through the top past the ribbon, poked a blunt, […]

  • Stef commented on the post, commit 8 years, 11 months ago

    It’s hard for me to commit to anything. At twenty five my friends say it’s because I still haven’t found true love even once. Of course, they’ve all found what they believe to have been true love, not just once but multiple times. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m just unlucky, or lucky. From the […]

  • Stef commented on the post, lens 8 years, 11 months ago

    He focused his lens and pulled the trigger. A flash went off simultaneously to the bullet as it pierced his victim’s flesh. It was possibly the best picture he had taken as of yet, he would think when he looked back on the event. His first capture of a dying man.

  • Stef commented on the post, bronze 8 years, 11 months ago

    The bronze coins were all he had. He kept them in a small sack in his breast pocket, and he would defend him with his life. Once he had had a house, and a wife, and a beautiful daughter, but that was all gone now. Now all he had were these coins. They were all […]

  • Stef commented on the post, leash 8 years, 11 months ago

    I approached him with the leash. His eyes dilated to the size of dinner plates. He was terrified of the strip of leather I held in my hand. I didn’t know why at the time. I never would have hurt him. He was my responsibility, and I would care for him. His eyes dilated as […]

  • Stef commented on the post, pleased 8 years, 11 months ago

    He was pleased with her progress. Never in all his years of teaching had he had a student so in tune with the piano. Her name was Ang. She lived a block away, and she was only six years old. Her father had cut out her eyes when she had been just a baby, in […]

  • Stef commented on the post, lease 8 years, 11 months ago

    I took out another lease on this apartment today. The bed is nothing but springs and the doors don’t close right. The bedding smells like mold and there’s grime in the stove that I’m sure wasn’t my fault. The fridge smells like old broccoli, and the toilet like shit. Over the years this apartment has […]

  • Stef commented on the post, forgotten 8 years, 11 months ago

    To be forgotten is my greatest fear, my mightiest passion, and my biggest regret. To be forgotten is inevitable, terrifying and utterly expected. Everyone is forgotten eventually, by most or even by all. No one remembers King Minos, not how he really was. Some say he never even existed at all.

  • Stef commented on the post, secure 8 years, 11 months ago

    I needed to secure him properly. Otherwise it could all be over in a matter of minutes. I pulled each knot tight, knots I had learned in girl guides all those years ago. He was sleeping now, but soon he would wake, and when he did, I would be ready. I would be ready to […]

  • Stef commented on the post, scoop 8 years, 11 months ago

    The room smelled like something died, but alas, it was only the cat’s litter box. He had left a hefty present for me, decorated in sand. I grimaced as I reached in to scoop it out, staying about arm’s length away, as though I expected something to jump out at me. It stunk. I mean, […]

  • Stef commented on the post, generate 8 years, 11 months ago

    The generator has failed. It cannot be repaired and I do not know how much longer I will be able to survive out here, without the necessary resources. To my dearest wife: I have broken my promise. I will not be coming back. I am sorry.

  • Stef commented on the post, order 8 years, 11 months ago

    And we were all marching in a line, goose-stepping down main street. They looked upon us with awe, but we were strangers to these people. Civilians, they were called, but there were nothing of the sort. They were animals, and just as they were afraid of me, I was afraid of them.