• Tsemsie:) commented on the post, also 6 years, 7 months ago

    It was also a choice. But Lucia didn’t think of things that way. Choices made your head hurt, and they always ended up making someone sad. It really couldn’t be otherwise. So she usually just went with whatever. And it usually just worked.

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, fried 7 years, 1 month ago

    My skin was fried, burning under the sun. I had no fluid left to sweat. Except my blood. The desert seemed to go on for almost forever. I wondered at how long I had been walking; and how long I had left.

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, walls 7 years, 8 months ago

    The walls were plain grey. It felt as if they were closing in on me. When could I leave? Would I ever be allowed to leave? Questions plagued my mind and I could scarcely breathe. Why did I feel lightheaded all of […]

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, destruction 8 years, 1 month ago

    Destruction. Smashing, throwing, breaking, screaming…The noise was too much… I had to run…find escape! I looked from left to right, but everything was a blur. All i saw was the lights, blending together magnificently…It was far too dark to recognize any faces. I ran. I didn’t know what direction, but I had to get away. […]

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, elastic 8 years, 2 months ago

    I saw a flash of creamy chocolate skin, and shiny red fingernails, before a sound like an elastic band snapping, and a tremendous force. I was clutching my cheek. I’d been slapped. She slapped me. I gasped at the stinging pain, and the feeling of the blood rushing into my cheek, and the total shock. […]

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, driving 8 years, 2 months ago

    Driving a knife through a body must be painful. Even to the person who’s doing it. All the pushing and shoving through all the insides, knowing you were going to kill that person. Take away their life. The life they have. Just like your mom, and brother and sister have. Life. No Life. Maybe It […]

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, brick 8 years, 2 months ago

    Bricks are pretty. No one sees them, They think bricks are ordinary and boring, but they’re not. They’re gorgeous. No one sees the color, or the soul, or the remorse that bricks feel inside. It’s why they ignore them, and use them carelessly.
    Bricks are pretty, I tell you.

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, brick 8 years, 2 months ago

    I pushed at the brick wall, and then kicked, to feel how hard it was. It wasn’t very. I could probably break off a few bricks If I wanted. It didn’t seem hard. So I walked down to the corner, and broke off the first one I saw. It was the same as the others, […]

  • Tsemsie:) commented on the post, bulb 8 years, 2 months ago

    the light bulb flickered and glinted in front of me. The same way his eyes did. Menacingly patient, and terrifying. “Tell me.” He began, sliding his slightly dirty finger along the blade of the knife, “Which would you prefer gone; toes or fingers?” I remained silent, not allowing the horror I felt show on my […]