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The people sang an anthem that rolled the rage off their tongues. For now it was the only possible way to rebel. Other actions would be planned in due time.
» Posted By Tani On 05.09.2017 @ 8:35 pm
The day looked brighter, or so it seemed. She spent all day yesterday with tears streaming down her face. When she would pass by a mirror puffy red eyes would stare back at her. She wasn’t sure if she would get through her mother’s death. Her mother was the only person she had left.
» Posted By Tani On 03.30.2017 @ 8:02 pm
There’s certain artwork you can’t unsee. It becomes engraved in your mind for a very long time–maybe forever. The intricate patterns of brushwork and color are like the swirls your thought makes when you think about a lost lover or an old friend.
» Posted By Tani On 05.23.2014 @ 12:00 pm
He had stolen a key from the old woman’s house. It was his
first time. A part of him shook with bubbling excitement and the
other, moral half of him, trembled with guilt. He wasn’t sure what
to make of the feeling. He put the stolen into his pocket and
walked down the street, whistling a tune he had heard his father
» Posted By Tani On 10.01.2013 @ 12:17 am
The sound of nails gliding across wood was heard behind the door. The house was old and every time he took a step towards the door the floor wailed beneath him. He heard a soft, “Meow.”
» Posted By Tani On 07.23.2013 @ 12:19 am
It was a matter of minutes before Lucy would feel incomplete. He stood in front of her, head bent down and arms at his sides. Water began to form on the ridges of Lucy’s eyes. She felt her heart begin to drum a hollow noise that would only get louder and louder.
» Posted By Tani On 06.22.2013 @ 12:49 am
Ever since she was little Sally went undetected. Every morning since the age of 4, she would walk down the long corridor of her house, hearing the cascading water as her mother took a shower and the footsteps of her father leaving to work. The kitchen would always be dark, except for the slit between the curtains that let a thin ray of light in.
Sally walked toward the cabinets and grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal.
A loud tapping sound came from the corridor. Her mother’s heels.
» Posted By Tani On 06.09.2013 @ 2:26 am
Through her life Sally went undetected. She passed through the kitchen walls, body translucent and cold, searching for someone who can see her. It has been 60 years and still no one can.
» Posted By Tani On 06.09.2013 @ 2:12 am
The neon lights looked like shooting stars as the car drove through the city that awakes only at night. He could hear the bass line of songs erupting from speakers, and the laughs of the drunk. Some men and women stood in line, anxious to get into the club their friends talked so much about. Others came out with toothy grins and sweaty foreheads.
He stopped his car, closed his eyes and breathed in. The girl he met a few days ago was waiting for him on the other side of town.
His heart was beginning to skips a beat the more he thought of her.
» Posted By Tani On 05.29.2013 @ 12:07 pm
The glass windows shattered. Jeremy cowered under a blanket, feeling the cold wind touch the tips of his fingers. The echoes of footsteps were heard in the hallway. That sound crept into his ears like how a spider climbs onto someone’s hand out of surprise. More sweat. More shivering. He could hear the footsteps coming closer. Jeremy stiffened, voice becoming stuck in that lump of fear forming in his throat. HE was coming.
And there was nothing Jeremy could do about it.
» Posted By Tani On 05.27.2013 @ 1:44 am
The fire spilled onto the houses before the sun rose between the mountains. The sky burned amber and the cries of children echoed throughout the small town of Cauldwell.
» Posted By Tani On 05.26.2013 @ 12:52 am
A bird flew to Manhattan once and watched people as they sipped their coffee and hugged their coats as they made their way through the busy city streets.
» Posted By Tani On 05.16.2013 @ 11:34 pm
“I rate this hotdog a ten,” said the girl to the boy. “You wanna know why?” The boy shrugged at first hesitating and then sighing. “Fine. Let me hear your dumb reason.”
The girl looked at him for a moment. She took in those green eyes of his and the freckles speckled across his nose. “Before my mom died we’d always go to this hotdog stand and when she would a take a bite she’d says, ‘I rate this hotdog a ten.’ And then she’d smile really big.”
The girl and the boy stay silent for a very long time.
» Posted By Tani On 05.04.2013 @ 4:33 am
A boy once electrocuted me with his touch. There was a spark that came from his fingers whenever he tried to grab my hand. Sometimes he would close eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, thinking of all the reasons for why he was born with this strange condition.
» Posted By Tani On 04.27.2013 @ 4:49 am
People have always thought of me as a weakling. I’m not sure why. I never saw any weakness in tears.
» Posted By Tani On 03.04.2013 @ 1:23 am
She was thirteen when they sentenced her to the cage. At fourteen, she decided that she would not speak. At fifteen, she began living inside her head. When she was a child she saw the world as a blank canvas, each tiny step painted a road. At thirteen, those around her began painted her canvas and spilled black paint. The young girl was never the same.
» Posted By Tani On 03.01.2013 @ 2:22 am
The young woman was sprawled on the ground bleeding. She couldn’t get up. Her feet were numb and frozen by the snow. All around her the wind breathed, making the trees rustle. She heard the sound of footsteps crunching into the snow, and a shiver ran up her spine.
» Posted By Tani On 02.27.2013 @ 12:24 am
She willed her way against the world that beat her. Something had to be done about the feeling that ate her soul everyday-something. She didn’t want to feel like she was being eaten alive by her sadness anymore.
» Posted By Tani On 02.16.2013 @ 12:38 am
There’s a wall between us. It’s invisible. Did you know that? Sometimes I look at you through that wall and wonder why we’re together. Sometimes I words that drop from my tongue hit that wall and never some to you. You never get to hear them.
» Posted By Tani On 02.04.2013 @ 2:23 am
She’s the cool wind that breezes through when you’re walking down the streets. She cannot be seen, but she can be felt and heard.
» Posted By Tani On 01.28.2013 @ 12:26 am
Every winter and every autumn the leaves colored orange and red would fall to the ground and meet their end. Sometimes the wind would sore through the neighborhood and hundreds of leaves would fall.
» Posted By Tani On 01.14.2013 @ 1:32 am
Today I’m switching attitudes. I’m going to like sunny days and blues rather than grey skies that rain upon me.
» Posted By Tani On 06.11.2012 @ 11:25 pm
There was a racket going on above his dirty apartment. Nothing was ever quiet. He would hear people talk with their screechy voices and their heavy breathing about life’s troubles, about their kids, about why life couldn’t be easier. They’d tell him that he was too quiet, too stubborn-not sociable enough. That’s why he couldn’t stand the racket above his apartment. They said he needed to live a little.
» Posted By Tani On 06.10.2012 @ 10:09 pm
I want nourish you because you are hurt-because people hurt you. Your insides want to cave in from human emotions. You feel as if your throat is wrapped around in chains. It is being pulled every minute, every hour, everyday, every week. Your eyes are red. There are tears forming on the edges, but they are not rolling down your cheeks. I want to nourish you because you are breaking. I can see the cracks.
» Posted By tani On 04.13.2012 @ 12:08 am
When two hearts are drifting apart, masks begin to show once again. You don’t know the person anymore, and the person doesn’t know you. Shots of pain come flying from the sky, from the hearts of those that once loved you, from those that miss, from those that wonder.
» Posted By Tani On 03.26.2012 @ 11:14 pm
The clouds are drifting from the sun. There’s a blue sky behind the gray, rays that kiss the skin with gold and warmth. There once was a tree who sat alone in the hills. Apples would on its branch. The people would take them, eat them and never return.
» Posted By Tani On 03.26.2012 @ 11:11 pm
You staple yourself to a life-or rather birth staples you to a life. You have no choice in the life you choose or the circumstances that arise in the future. A child does not choose to see tragedy when young–to see blood, fortune and death. The events in life stayed printed on the surface of the brain, and time does not erase pain, it only covers it with more memories, good or bad.
» Posted By Tani On 03.17.2012 @ 3:33 pm
The bright blue gallery on the south side of town was known for a lone visitor. He wore a hat and dressed in a black suit with a red tie. He would leave at exactly five o’clock and he would arrive early in the morning. When people saw him, they would always see him staring at a painting of a woman with eyes that were the green of the leaves during spring. If one asked him a question, he would not answer and for this, many saw him as rude. At times he would nod his head, an action that made those around him believe that he heard things in his head, taht exploded and persisted throughout his days. There were no other people for him, and for this, the urge to let tears roll down his cheeks would falter.
» Posted By Tani On 02.21.2012 @ 8:52 pm
To have courage is epic. It is the wind that touches hot skin and cold lips. It is the water that skins those bleeding scrapes on your arms and legs. There is nothing comparable to the danger of an adventurous life.
» Posted By Tani On 02.02.2012 @ 9:08 pm
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The hinge was rusted by years of uselessness and new technology developing at a constant speed. The robot could barely move the right arm his doctor had so carefully constructed with care. The ability to touch to flesh of a human, a female human was new, yet it sent a shocks through the alpha generators that gave him life. Sparks of electricity jumped with joy and fear. In the night, his oval eyes had turned a moonlight color that glowed eerily. It was the lonely sort of glow, the kind that stands still in the dark streets and dark corners. The kinds that lingers for something new–perhaps, it is looking to be found. Perhaps, the robot was looking to be found, to be loved by the female she touched. According to the data, he had collected over the years the bruises and scars on the woman’s body were of abuse. The robot knew the female had a significant other, a man who was brutal. There was something in the woman’s eyes that his data could not pinpoint, and that was emptiness. Fog formed in the irises of her eyes. Like the robot, the female was lost as well.
» Posted By Tani On 01.23.2012 @ 9:24 pm