Fermented StardustChapter 1Fermented Stardust by Xiea13
It was almost twelve before she realized that she was staring at her computer screen and having another day gone to waste.
"Damn it" she said spinning around the chair and slowly massaging her forehead.
It became more clear every day that getting a job as a stylist in this city was impossible, 58 days on the search and counting.
She looked at her alarm clock 12:02...59 days and counting. Her shoulders sagged and she let out a long breath before getting up to open the window near her bed, just directly 10 feet from her desktop where she was sitting, The nights have gotten a lot warmer since spring embarked 4 months ago.
Her apartment was in a large condo on the 5th floor in Downtown Chicago. Her father had bought it for her not to long ago, before she left them in Canada. His mission was to teach her how to run the family's illigal multibillionaire business and she didn't want to...being the last of the Sullivan's has put a lot of responsibility on her since her older br
Promises for a FoolDeath lied to her.Promises for a Fool by TalkativeMute
It told her walking barefoot through the forest would be as safe as a fairy tale. It said her skeleton was strong as steel, that windstorms would not break her bones. Death made her reckless; death made her a daring, rule-breaking dreamer who lived in a house of cards.
Winter deceived her.
Winter told her it meant no harm, told her all she needed was a jacket made of thistles to protect her from its sharp bitter claws. Winter turned her skin pale, her lips blue. Winter nearly killed her, it weakened her. Winter played a dangerous game, but it never lost, Winter was cunning, Winter was a cheater in a game with no rules.
Time would be the end of her.
Time made her run, quick as eyes blink, with steps that crushed the autumn leaves that had already fallen victim to time's deceitful tricks. TimeDeath's best friendturned her from a daredevil to a weakened child who hid from her fears instead of facing them, made her hide from danger, made her run while looking
Safe as Toy SoldiersThere was a concentration in your eyes, a deep, thorough type of focus that resided only in these antique moments, when you find your escape in the simplest of things. Your finger dutifully crafting, nimble as wild horses, you fold the parchment with delicacy. Your face is silhouetted by the single candle, an abyss of a room around us, your eyes glowing amber like vintage photographs. I can't help but follow the lines of your face, that one light highlighting the edge of your profile. When you are thinking, thinking so profoundly as you are now, your lower lip juts out, your brow furrows, a small crease appears in your forehead. I never would have thought someone could forget so easily as you, but when you fold paper cranes it's as if we don't have to hide anymore, as if the darkness around us is nothing, as if there is no reason to bar the doors shut and keep the window patched up with quilts from our grandparents.Safe as Toy Soldiers by TalkativeMute
I hear the rattle outside, a low and raspy
Sweet Innocence"I wonder if pirates sailed that ship," cooed Willie, twirling a blade of beach grass between his stubby childish fingers, "don't you think that might be a pirate ship?"Sweet Innocence by TalkativeMute
"Don't be silly," Carris quipped boldly, without looking up. She lifted a palm full of sand and let it drift through her fingers. "Why would pirates live in a two-person rowboat?"
Although only two years older, those two years gave Carris courage that didn't exist in her six year old brother Willie. Willie was a shy boy, with sad blue eyes and hair that fell in limp curls. Carris's features were more angular; her eyes glowed whenever she corrected Willie. As she saw it, that was her job, to correct people, because she knew all sorts of things. She knew them without having to read about them, or having someone teach her, she just knew she was right.
"Maybe they liked the colour," Willie replied passively. He was never angered by Carris's need to be right; he didn't take much notice of her remarks, neve
Midnight ThoughtsIn the peace of nightMidnight Thoughts by RoxanaGirl
When the house is still
And the moon shines brightly
And the breeze blows softly
I lay awake
Surrounded by shadows
And I think
I think of what I've done
I think of who I am
I think of what I might do
And of what I might become
In the depth of night
When the starlight shows
I lay awake
And I think
Coming BackYou looked at me with sunset eyesComing Back by Invoking
Teeming with an ocean’s depth
Waves were crashing down your cheeks
Tears you should have never wept
And I heard a sound I’ll not forget
The slamming front door as you left
In shock I waited as tragedy unfurled
Denial settled into the silence of my world
Without a glance or shallow sigh
You left me here with no goodbye
But in my heart there grew an ache
A pain that, most nights, keeps me awake
And now I finally realize
What I saw in those shining eyes
Not the sunset; the sunrise
So this was never a goodbye
This was letting go.
And now I’m coming back.
july seventeenththe receipts are always inaccurate.july seventeenth by KayStar4231
the ink runs in four directions and the machine makes thinking near impossible, but mindless work is good for the ill minded. coins clinking and cogs turning has a magic of its own, and bruised fingers learn to type at an inhuman pace to pass the time. her job is nonspecific; she has frizzy hair and never smiles, but she shows up for work on time, and that's enough for her.
armed with a name tag and a blank face, each day she stands in line to get the same order. black coffee and a piece of bread, lightly toasted. the coffee is always stale, and she never eats the bread, but she can never bring herself to order just that. employee discounts are meant to be used, she thinks, as she crumbles the pieces in her hand and spreads them near the trashcan on the far right of the entrance for the birds to eat. she doesn't know that the birds never come anymore, but she knows that nothing can sing in the darkness quite like them.
when she stands, her coffee spi
InstinctWinter will deceive meInstinct by TalkativeMute
but society won't believe me
it's the forest that conceived me
but the cold that will retrieve me
great sages have taught me
only pain their words have brought me
a fool this world has made me
time itself will fade me
warriors, they will take me
a hunter they will make me
but a killer, don't mistake me
my own bones, they will break me
but the rain will reunite me
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