Story Quotes






These broken bones go nice with that light you hate to see me in.



 

22 December 2018
 

I imagined     my mind knowing better          felt
my viscera quiver.      the birds get     startled
into flight     though     always round-trip.
it’s good to be     home alone          not that you would
if I had     anything to do about it          but
we make do.            life sucks
its thumb.      you’re right where
you’re meant to be.      who’s to say blankets
aren’t party dresses     or that eyes
can only wet     in one way.
gloveless     in this eventide chill.
luckily     we aren’t parting thickets
for interstices          for clarity.
I empathise with     the trees that bend
out of light’s way     at least till rough
limbs creep up     gently
against glass they     refuse to crack.
dirty bedroom window     remains so.      it treasures
the head that rested on it     oil and all     pondering
the ease with which     we dance     around naked intention.
show me     it’s possible to live     and for quite a while
without flowering     a new wound.
how lovely we are     in our natural state.
taste of raw     tongue on my     tongue          waves
fragile at our feet.      we stay dipped     long enough for
our digits     to grow old          shrivel without
fear.      something once felt     too cruel to endure.
I would not have chosen     to float
if given the option.            but now          i’ll swim.



We're all immortal, 

as long as our

stories 
are told.

 

Consider this,
((((the slip))))
that brought
me to
m
y knees,

failed.
What iall these fantasies
come flailinaround?

 





The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in.



 

i'm always liked by people i'm not interested in, and always like people i'm invisible to.
a sad world i live in.
 

The Runaways
Prologue
I ducked out of my window, a small backpack slung over my shoulder, and climbed down the tree that stood tall by my room. This was so risky. I hopped the fence from my backyard out into the street. My boyfriend Brandon was in his car waiting for me. Tonight we were sneaking out and running away together. My uppity mother, way more concerned with her image and reputation than her own daughter's happiness, would never let me be with him. But I loved him so I had to do this.
“Your 10 minutes late babe!” Brandon told me as I got into the car.
“Yeah, sorry. I had to wait for the drill sergeant to fall asleep.” I explained. 'The Sergeant' is what I called my mother.
“Whatever. You want one?” He asked pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
“Sure,” I said as I took one and lit it. I took a few breathes of it and threw it out the window. I couldn't believe we were finally doing this, finally starting our life together.
My eyes started to close as Brandon took my hand and I fell asleep. 
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Randomly signed on again and found my cringey old stories. Anyone else remember when posting chapters to short stories was a thing? Think I'm gonna try writing this one again because I actually like the original. If anyone is out there, give me a fave hahaha

Cigarette peena shok hai mera adat nahi,Yeh jazbat jgati hai tbhi toh Peeta Hun, Es cigarette mein koi faisle toh nahi, yeh fikra mitati hai tbhi toh pita hun, peena chod skta Hun per choda nhi yeh Dard ki pyas buzati h tbhi toh Peeta Hun, Mai Janta Hun mje Kch nhi milega iseh ,yeh MRI umra ghatati h tbhi toh Peeta hun, Mai jnta Hun maut Ko hothon se LGA rah Hun apni zindagi dhuhe mein Udha rah hun, Mjhe PTA h ab Mai bechunga nahi per yeh Mjhe har pal ehsas krati h tbhi toh Peta hun, dhire dhire tjhko bhula rah hun jeeke aishe khudko Mita rah Hun ,Tjhe toh koi fark pdhta mhi, yeh Mjhe maut ka eshsas krati h tbhi toh Peeta Hun, maine maut se Jakr Kah tu thode der or Tull jaa , maut neh kaha tri kisy Ko zrurt nhi tu chla AA, maine koi h jo sirf mre liye jeeta h, maut neh haskar Kah isiliye tu Roz Pani ki jagah aanshu Peeta hai, yeh sochkr he nhi rokha ush musafir Ko , woh jata he kyu agar woh hmra hota , aaj unko fursat he nhi hmshe bat krne ki ,yeh Zindgi guzr gyi unki fariyd Krke , woh aye hmri maut or toh kehdena Abhi soya h tmhri yad mein Jagan's nhi..
Doing what everyone else doing is not cool, doing the right thing even if anyone else is not doing is COOL.
You should've kept quiet. You should've held back and listened to both side-- No, you should've been on my side. Now I don't expect much from you. Whenever you smile at me I feel some type of way. It's a bad feeling. Some things should just be granted. I thought your love for me was unconditional, but I guess you were just on my side when it was easier for you to be. I don't know how I feel about you anymore. I used to admire you, now I wish you wouldn't speak my name. Funny how one afternoon could have led to this. You should've just kept quiet, I would still have respect for you that way. You should've apologised. There's nothing I hate more than people who can't control their words when they're angry. It's very telling.
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