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There is a giant cliff on a very popular mountain. So the local authorities had to shut down that part the mountain.
By Nadia on 11.04.2015
“Stacey, listen to me.”
Olivia’s hand was reaching out like a shield as she watched the girl’s every movement. The heels of Stacey’s feet were centimetres away from the cliff edge, and it took all Olivia’s willpower not to scream at her.
“You don’t have to this, darling,” she continued calmly. “Your family and friends need you. Don’t let this be the end.”
By Pookie Fethers URL on 11.04.2015
Peddling my bike faster, I jerk my head to the right, glancing over my shoulder to see how much ground I had managed to gain from my pursuer. I knew that just 100 meters ahead of me was Watchman’s Cliff – if I didn’t manage to lose him before then, there would be no escape, save for the 600 meter drop over the edge.
By Katie URL on 11.04.2015
It was like I was standing at the top of a precipice, looking down far below me, and I only had two choices. I could jump, or I could turn around. And turning around wasn’t actually a viable option. But if I jumped… how would I survive? And if I did survive, what would come next? I didn’t like having so little control on the outcome of my survival.
By Marni on 11.04.2015
the end of a path over a large height.
By Brock Woodruff on 11.04.2015
By jared URL on 11.04.2015
this is when I heard Madison put her shoes away.
By dandrade on 11.04.2015
there he hung, on the ledge. I would have pulled him up if not for lack of him pulling out of my wife, impregnating her whilst I’m away on business. Here he will have to make amends for that as he falls.
By Seth Whitaker on 11.04.2015
It was a sharp incline of slick metal, and all I had to stop myself from the slide down was a flimsy plastic spoon. My boots were gone, my socks had no tread, and the fabric of my clothes was as slick as the metal. Faster and faster and the spoon trembled in my grip, threatening to snap before I could ever find any sort of use for it.
By Erin on 11.04.2015
a tugging feeling in your chest, a bone-deep impulse, a magnetic urge to abandon the solid steady earth beneath your feet and yield to gravity’s will
By heretic URL on 11.04.2015
a tugging in your chest, a bone-deep impulse, a magnetic urge to abandon the solid steady earth beneath your feet and yield to gravity’s will
it’s a binary choice: the barren earth behind you or the endless fall ahead
you can’t make your home on the edge of indecision.
If ever her fears would be manifested into a picturesque scenario, it would be a person standing on the edge of a steep cliff on a violent windy day. It would be plausible to assume that she’s the person standing on the edge, and her fear would be the act of jumping off the cliff. But for some odd characterization, she assumes the role of the cliff and her fear is the sight of someone attempting to delve–step further to the edge–deeper into her life and being pushed–buffeted by a violent wind–away to their deaths because of how unfathomable her issues are dwelling inside her.
By nom de luc URL on 11.04.2015
just one step forward and i’ll be gone i’ll be done i’ll be dead goodbye farewell that’s all folks show’s over curtain’s closed no encore today don’t miss me when i’m gone don’t worry it’s not your fault i’m not trying to hurt you it’s just that i think i’m rotting already it’s just that i want this so bad it’s just that i’ve been waiting for the right time and now it’s here and i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m-
just one step forward and i’ll be gone i’ll be done i’ll be dead goodbye farewell that’s all folks show’s over curtain’s closed no encore today don’t miss me don’t worry it’s not your fault i’m not trying to hurt you it’s just that i think i’m rotting already it’s just that i want this so bad it’s just that i’ve been waiting for the right time and now it’s here and i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m-
There onc was a unicorn and it always flew around the unicorn. Jessica tained her. her name was jessie marie anderso. she loved carrots.
By jessica beisner URL on 11.04.2015
Jump off and fly into an open space. Nature. Birds flying around. Happy. Clouds. Life.
By Anna on 11.04.2015
I never been so close to jumping from this cliff
No one to save me
Not a care in the world
No knowledge as to what’s on the bottom
Will I crash and burn?
Or will I find new invigorating life beyond what lies at the bottom of this cliff.
By Meghan on 11.04.2015
Edges everywhere. Mattresses for friends.
Feathers for each moment in time. New little breezes pushing them about.
By Julia on 11.04.2015
I look down at the plains below me. It’s a big drop, but it might save me from myself. Why do I hesitate? The cliff beckons me, daring me to jump. Do I live or do I die?
By stranger on 11.04.2015
Looking over the cliff, Jean thought about what she had done. Was the jump worth it? Lives would be better, she told herself. Everyone would think she died, suicide with good reason. Her family would move on. She had to move on, as she had been forever changed. Life was starting anew.
And clutching nothing other than the flimsy hope of a better existence, Jean jump and let the wind take her.
By A Fowl Girl URL on 11.04.2015
AAAAHHH!! WHYYY!!! I don’t wanna fall!!!! Almost at the BOTTOM!
By Bradley on 11.04.2015
She appeared atop of the cliff she waved goodbye to her long lost love. For now it was time for her voyage into the woods.
By bailey on 11.04.2015
Some days I want to run and hurl myself off of a cliff. It is a fast fading feeling but a frequent one. I am pretty sure I’d never actually do that in real life though, it just feels some days that it’d be a good idea.
By Marcella Termini URL on 11.04.2015
a big rock a deadly rock a scary rock but a Delicious energy bar though mmmmm cliff bar
By legodude URL on 11.04.2015
She stood on the cliff trying to make sense out of her life as the wind blew through her hair, listening to the winds hoping it would give her answers that only her heart could hear.
By marylou wynegar URL on 11.04.2015
You stand right at the edge of a precipice, darling, I can see you now. Your wings are outstretched – they cast such a glorious shadow; you’re all but ready to fly.
I guess the question here is whether or not you’re ready to jump into the great big blue.
By eri on 11.04.2015
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