Schrodinger's CatA hermit died. No one knew.
A Thousand Needles"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far?"The corner of Will's mouth curves into a contemptuous smirk. "No, doc, I don't," he says."See? He just won't stop!" Nina's face is flushed and sickly from sleepless nights and crying. She's a pitiful imagewasted, tired, desperate.And Will laughs at her, unable to control himself. Dr. Willoughby looks down at the piece of scratch notebook paper before him, once again observing the gruesome image of the mutilated infant doodled upon it with the words "mommy no love me" scrawled across the top. He leans back against his cushioned chair, removing his glasses and touching his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Then he sighs, weary. It's easy to see he's on the verge of giving up. After six straight weeks of morbid artwork, obscene language, sardonic jokes, and nightmares, he's about ready to seek a doctor himself. "How you can laugh at this is beyond me," he finally says."How you can say I'm taking this 'a bit
Anyone Less Than A Saint"Listen, James," Alice said, looking up at him from the bed on which she sat, wearing the pajamas she'd worn the night before. "I got something I have to say to you. Something really important. So I need you to keep quiet and hear me out. Can you do that?""Sure, I guess." A smirk tugged at James' lips. "I mean, I never get a word in edgewise anyway, so…"Alice winced. "I'm sorry about that, Jamie. I'll try to be better, I promise. But for right now I need you to listen, 'cause I'm gonna tell you stuff—stuff I don't particularly want you to hear, but you need to hear it. So, uh, here goes." She cleared her throat, obviously nervous. "I'm a pathological liar."James snorted. "No you're not. You're the most honest girl I know.""That's what you think," Alice said matter-of-factly. "But the truth is, almost everything I've ever told you was a lie. You don't know me, James. I'm sorry you thought you did. I'm sorry I let you believe you did."James paused in wonder. "Wha
keeps me up at nightmy worst fear is thatno one will be there to pushyou out of the way
BurialThe mud caked my fingernails.My hair slipped from inside my hood,blowing across my face.The wind shifted the leaves on the grounda collage of yellow, red, and brownand the earth crawled around me.The rain fell hardand the wet grass grabbed at my ankles.The hole I dug with my own two handswas between two trees where you and Iused to sit and talk about superheroes,videogames and high school bullies.I thought the location fit.I pulled from my coat pocketthe heart necklace you gave methe year before you said goodbyeand drove off, leaving skid markson the vacant street.I dropped my heart into the holeand buried it.As I walked away,the rain still pouring,I picked the mud from inside my fingernails.
Crib DeathBaby's heart stops. She lets go.
Full ResolveThe weirdest thing happened to me yesterday.So I decided to kill myself, right? At the train tracks. Just throw myself headfirst into a fucking train, fully resolved and ready to meet my maker. Well that was the plan, anyway. And it seemed like a pretty good one since I'd deemed myself insignificant to this apathetic world. But then on the way there I saw this old homeless guy sitting on the side of the street in shaggy clothes, leaning against the side of a pawnshop, and I asked him his name. "Mike," he said. He looked at me like I was crazy. I get why. Who in their right mind talks to homeless folks? I asked him if he liked cheeseburgers and he said yes, so I went inside this fast food restaurant across the street and bought a cheeseburger with the money I stole from my mom and was going to buy my last meal with. I brought it out to him and he started thanking me over and over again like I was some Catholic saint or Jesus himself and I just said “you’re welcome” an
Like Cartoon LoversHe strums his guitaroutside the art shop, waitingfor her as he singsabout lost country roadsand crucified thievesfinding redemption,his mucked boots scuffingthe sidewalk.She comes outduring her smoke break—skirt fluttering about her legs,head haloed by a red bandana,sandled feet displayinga pentagram tattooabove her toes.Her fingers go to the beadsaround her neck and slip thembetween her teeth, rollingthem with her tongue,her lips curving intoa slanted smile.He stops strumming,and they head to the backof the shop.His kisses fill her up.Bubbles erupt inside atthe sound of his Southern drawlas he tells her thathe’s stopped going to churchbecause all he does is stareinto the stained glass paintingsand drift off into his ownversion of heaven.That’s funny, she says,because lately I’ve beenthinking of going.He leans forwardand clenches her beadsbetween his teeth, tasting her,and she places his cowboy haton her head.Someday, he
What IfA dying man oncesaid "Sometimes it's better tobe sorry than safe."
Indecent ExposureMy soul's exposed, is that nudity?
Parents In A Nutshell"Can we-""Nope""But I-""Nope."
Happieness is ExpensiveSorry we no longer accept cash.
MuteMy voice falters...Time marches on.
Unanswered"Can we...?"The question remains unanswered.
Promises"Thank you.""For what?""Not leaving."
desperation.False hope.Broken promise.The end.
Theme- Dear HeartNow I begin our last letter.
HatsukoiJust Remember; I loved you first.
You Don't Know Me"You know my name.That's it."
An easy choiceAn error.Fix it ?No.Delete.
Sans regrets: Part II"I miss you."Message not sent.
Think or Feel?Dear Heart,I want my head.
Mixed SignalsDear Heart,Get It Together!Love,
Six Word Story - Can WeCan We...Truly Find Love Here?
RecklessHe hurt himself, falling for her.