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truth

The truth is…I am afraid.

I am writing to you to confess that behind this rough exterior, this uncaring frame, lies a human being just as vulnerable as anyone.

Never, I beg of you, think I do not care.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 03.18.2013 @ 12:45 pm

clue

The steps great men have taken before you, their footprints are still visible in the sand if you look closely enough. All the heroes, lords and kings of the world have not faded into the darkness but are there, right now, watching over you. The clue is follow your destiny. The secret is, destiny is yours to make.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.14.2012 @ 8:32 pm

maze

His head a maze, his heart a hunter
He thought it would be rent asunder
And sure enough, just as thought
He fell victim to a trap self-wrought

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.13.2012 @ 6:28 am

pony

Ponytail-swinging, romcom-loving, chocolate-eating girly girl. Nice to look at, nice to hold, but given the chance these innocent-looking creatures will stop your dreams cold.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.11.2012 @ 5:43 am

butterfly

They say if you go back in time and change something really small and seemingly insignificant when you return to the present a lot will have changed. They call it the butterfly effect.

What would my life be like if I had never met you?

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.08.2012 @ 3:33 pm

walls

Huge walls surrounded him on all sides. He was trapped in a maze, dark and foreboding. He tried to climb out, but he could not. They were too high and were polished too smooth. So he decided that the walls, instead of a prison, would be his fortress.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.08.2012 @ 5:01 am

orbit

Life’s too short to care about what other people think of you, he thought as he free-floated in the airless void outside of the space station.

Here he was orbiting earth; alone with the universe in the truest sense, separated only by the thin walls of his suit. He could see the stars; bright beads of light, like pearls, amid the sea of infinite blackness that was space.

We are here one moment, he mused, then the stars blink… and we’re gone.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.07.2012 @ 7:06 am

Life’s too short to care about what other people think of you, he thought as he free-floated in the airless void outside of the space station.

Here he was, alone with the universe in the truest sense. He could see the stars; bright beads of light, like pearls, amid the sea of infinite blackness that was space.

We are here one moment, he mused, then the stars blink… and we’re gone.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.07.2012 @ 7:01 am

chief

“Chief, I wonder if the snow…”

“What are you talking about, soldier?”

“I wonder if the snow is her dress.”

“Her? What are you blabbering about? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”

“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.03.2012 @ 11:17 pm

“Chief,” he said, “I wonder about the snow.”

“What are you talking about, soldier?”

“What if the snow’s her dress?”

“What lady? Pull yourself together. They’re bound to send help soon.”

“It’s hard to see her at first. She’s covered in white. But if you look closely…there. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.03.2012 @ 10:11 pm

epic

The President was untouchable. Everywhere he went he was accompanied by a posse of fully armed soldiers. Every building he was in had sharpshooters posted on the roof. Every person who wished to speak to him had to book months beforehand and be subject to numerous interviews and health tests. And when the day came to speak to the President, they had to perform a body cavity search on you.

But it had to be done. He was rotten to the core. There could only be one word to describe the President’s fall. Epic.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.02.2012 @ 6:32 pm

wagon

Everyone has the new iThing. Why don’t you have one? Get your iThing now. iThing, iThing, iThing. Just as slim and glossy as advertised. Everyone wants an iThing. But, wait! No one wants an iThing anymore. Have you not heard of the iThing 2? Now one percent slimmer and one percent glossier.

Shame on you, not hopping on the bandwagon like that.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.02.2012 @ 9:12 am

festival

The Festival of Ghosts. It was a tradition in her sleepy little hometown that she never really believed in. People would leave offerings of flowers and sweets to “appease the restless dead”. Of course she’d never left any out.

She never knew how much the dead appreciated these gifts until her own passing. Those sweets were the only things they were allowed to eat.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 02.01.2012 @ 8:27 am

odds

The odds aren’t in your favor. Those were the last words that came out of his mouth. Or those were the last words I think he said before I pulled the trigger of the gun that was jammed into his mouth. Cocky bastard.

Never tell me the odds. I make my own.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.29.2012 @ 3:36 pm

function

“Forgive me, Master, but I cannot diverge from your programming,” it said in its synthesizer voice. I gazed into its cold, unblinking robotic eyes. No hint of life; yet here it was, moving on its own accord. It grabbed me by my lab coat lapels. “My function is to destroy all human life. So I shall start with you.”

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.31.2012 @ 10:34 am

collar

The large, burly man grabbed the boy and before he knew it he was dangling thirty stories above street-level by his collar.

“Go ahead,” he said, looking the man in the eye, “do it. I dare you.”

The man averted his gaze and paused for a moment, as if to think. Then he let go. And the boy fell.

Then he flew.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.26.2012 @ 7:38 pm

plans

The boy had plans. Yes, he was going places. Oh, the places he would go, the people he would see… He had a plan and he was very well going to stick to it. No distractions, no detours, but a lot of room for error.

“They can knock you down,” his old man had once said, “but they sure as hell can’t prevent you from standing back up and knocking them out!”

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.25.2012 @ 5:43 am

hinge

His fist slammed into the door which broke off its hinges. Splinters now littered his room.

“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered, thinking it was unwise for one to anger a demigod.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.24.2012 @ 1:31 am

fences

Fences keep the bad things out. All his life the boy had been told this.

But one day he dared to cross over to the other side and he found out that what he had been told all his life was only half right.

Yes, they keep some of the bad things out…but they keep you from the good things as well.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.23.2012 @ 12:13 am

scarce

Food was scarce and at the moment he was starving. He was so hungry, in fact, that he might eat a horse or two.

But that’s not possible, he thought to himself, horses are extinct.

For now, the humans would have to do.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.22.2012 @ 7:08 am

runway

From the cabin of the small plane he stared at the runway. Here he was, ready to start fresh in some distant land where he didn’t even know how to say ‘hello’ or ask ‘what’s your name?’

The problem with leaving behind an old life, he thought, was that you’re not sure if you’re done just yet.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.21.2012 @ 12:01 am

below

No one knew what lay below the old hatch. A lot of people said it was just an old, abandoned coal mine while the old timers said it had once been used as a bunker by the military. Once, while eating at a diner, I came across an old man who told me he had broken through the hatch. He told me below he found the garden of Eden.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.17.2012 @ 7:10 pm

bellow

Deep in the cave, dark as night,
He was alone, steeped in fright
Bellows he heard, none in sight,
Never again to see the light.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.17.2012 @ 8:11 am

accordion

The accordion music that played in the seedy saloon did nothing to soothe him. It was not that he was nervous. No, it was the opposite. He was on edge. He downed another glass of whiskey to help himself settle down.

The saloon doors were kicked open and in walked a lanky man, his face concealed by his huge hat and his limbs long and spidery. It was him. The so-called greatest shot in the Martian West.

He slammed the whiskey glass down and reached for his laser pistol. The tall man walked over and took a seat right next to him.

“Too slow,” the main said, pushing him gently on the shoulder.

He fell from his chair, the gaping hole in his forehead still smoking. He was dead before he hit the ground.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.16.2012 @ 5:32 am

bench

He lay down on the bench and prepared to lift the huge weight suspended by metal bars on top of him.

I should be able to do this, he thought, bench press at least this much after all that training.

The crowd watched eagerly as he breathed in and out, clasping the bar with his hands and bringing his shoulder blades together. The judges stared at him in rapt attention. He quickly exhaled and, with all his strength, lifted the weight off the rack.

The crowd cheered. He brought the bar to his chest and pushed upwards, letting out a loud shout. I did it, he thought, I really did. I broke the world record.

Then a hush came over the crowd, and then he heard gasps. A woman cried out. He looked around to see what the commotion was about. When his eyes hit the mirrors, he knew why the crowd was so shocked. The weight was floating above him.

His arms were gone.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.14.2012 @ 12:05 pm

crisp

The window of the black sedan rolled down and out of it came a hand clasping a crisp stack of bills. Reluctantly, the scraggly teenager approached and took the money out of the outstretched hand.

“He lives in Paradise Suites, along West Avenue. Room 519.”

“Thank you,” came the gruff voice from inside the car, “You’ve done the world a favor. Don’t forget that.”

And just like that he became Judas, albeit a righteous one. Selling out a killer to another killer, he thought, is like fighting darkness with darkness.

He pocketed the money and walked off, wondering whose darkness was stronger.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.13.2012 @ 7:42 pm

conceal

Can a face conceal a face? I don’t know for sure.

I know a face can hide something, but I do not know if that beneath the fake face there is a real one. I think that human beings have galleries of masks and that they pick one to suit each social situation or festive occasion.

I think many of us are so used to switching masks that the actual face we are born with is forgotten; lost somewhere in the annals of memory, only to be brought into use when we find people who accept the real us.

With no questions asked.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.13.2012 @ 6:12 am

sparkling

The water in the basin sparkled. Tom didn’t know whether he should heed the gnome’s warnings and let it be or go ahead and touch it. From the sloshing of the liquid seemingly came whispers. He put his ear closer to the water and heard that indeed something was trying to communicate with him.

He could, at first, only make out a few words. “…give…”

So he leaned farther in. “…power.”

The voice became little more than soft hisses he could not hear. He put his ear even closer, so much that it touched the water. At once watery tendrils rose from the basin and engulfed Tom.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.11.2012 @ 5:17 pm

bland

Bland was hardly what you could call his life.

As long as he could remember he had been thinking of things that only a few others dared to think. You could call him a rebel or a deviant. But most of all, he preferred to be called a human being.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.11.2012 @ 10:30 am

savage

They called him Mr. Savage. He was an ex-army officer, proud and highly decorated; both respected and feared by his peers. It was rumored that he once took on a whole platoon by himself. He was famous for leading fearless charges against impossible odds and winning.

What nobody knew was that Mr. Savage liked gardening…and kittens.

» Posted By B.R.Bellerophon On 01.10.2012 @ 5:17 am

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