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On the outside, people couldn't see how much she wanted to make herself bleed across her carpet. They couldn't see the stains of her tears on her sleeves or the mascara streaks down her cheeks when she was alone. She carved lines into her skin, marking all the times she's felt alone, depressed, anguished, wronged, or helpless and cried into the blood until they ran purple.

She was pathetic, weak, and foolish; that's why she did this to herself - she was a coward, afraid of the real world. She locked herself within her own mind from the outside and refused to slide the only key inside through the small sliver underneath the door so someone, a

Story Fragment with Dark and Zaen"Zaen. Zaen."
Someone was shaking Zaen's shoulder. He stirred.
"Wake up, kid. Seriously. I come home and I find you layin' on the floor like a murder victim."
"It's lying, not laying. The verb lay requires a direct object, whereas the verb lie does not..." Zaen mumbled, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Why had Dark turned on such bright lights?
"Lay, lie, whatever." Dark tugged at Zaen's hands. "Get up. It's way past your bedtime."
Zaen moaned, rolled over, and covered his eyes. The room was far too bright. Why was he on the floor again? Oh, right, he had been reading.
"Fine, lazy kid." Dark knelt and put his arms around Zaen. He was giving him a hug? Zaen didn't think Dark liked to give people hugs. Wait... his feet had just left the ground... Oh, Dark had picked him up.
"The floor," Dark continued as he walked, "is a very bad place to sleep. It's dirty, and you ain't gonna be able to sleep well there. And however long

The SecretKristen has a secret. She holds it in place with fine slivers of metal that clasp her hair tightly to her head, as if a wisp out of place would be it's undoing. She hides it under a gentle brush of blush across her cheek bones, as if the coral tone granted her the ability to create a new face for herself, a new body. She stuffs it up her sleeve with a freshly laundered hankerchief, knowing that every corner must be finely pressed until any flaw is smoothed away, undetectable.

At the end of each day Kristen takes off her shoes. She places them side by side, as a pair, and tucks them slightly underneath her bed so she does not trip over them i

In your heartIn your heart- A letter to say goodbye

When the stars flicker and the moon shine, you know I’m looking down at you, over your shoulder protecting you forever. When the sun shines and the flower blossoms, you know I’m smiling at you, dumbfounded by your beauty and your soul.
Trust me when I say “I won’t go” but still trust me when I’m dead and gone, because you know in your heart I can never leave. I won’t break promises I swear I won’t lie, if you’re losing faith just look up at the sky.
Remember the good in me and forget all my scars. Make a wish to bring me from the dust and from the ash. Sorr

ForesightDebra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.

Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.

Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.

She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an

Six Word Story: Hope"There's hope, you know."

"Really?"

"Really."

Bedtime StoryIt was a quaint young world in which a troupe of like-minded fellows did subsist. They found joy together in simple things, feline endeavors. Within their minds did great plumes spring, fine tufted ears and coils for caudals. They birthed their world and sat as gods upon a throne of osseous matter, led by one with a visage bright as flame.

And there they did indulge in fancy follies, games of crack which offered many an occasion in which they might giggle to themselves. But all was not well. For they did discover there the path all mortals are bound to take. For in the end are we not all but food for worms? They set to path their words in tr

*Paranormal*Aberrant red infusion colours sky, inexplicable!

InfinityDespite of being the middle of summer, it was a cold night. They always were back there. The fresh beach air provided the campsite with cool nights and hot days. We were sitting outside our tents, watching the dying embers of our campfire fade out. It was late, and the sounds of the surrounding campers were slowly dying out. The minutes went by, and less laughter was heard. The guitars and other instruments stopped and stayed silent. The sound of tent zippers opening and closing again. A hushed whisper now and then, the sound of a distant snore. Finally, when the only thing we could hear were the crickets and the sound of the nearby waves, we stood up. In complete silence we walked between tents and pine trees, avoiding the holes were the campfires had earlier stood.
We reached the beach and sat down on the sand. I looked up and saw the immensity of space spread out before my eyes. The stars, so clear now as they had never been in the city, filled me with wonder. The same wonder I

A sudden blast of windI sat in the long shadow of a broken down castle wall, seeking refuge from the burning heat of summer. However, even though I couldn’t feel the Sun on my skin, the air was even warmer there, thicker and heavier. It made me feel as if I was drowning as I took my breaths. So, I got up, shaking off the broken branches and leaves that got stuck into my hair and clothes, and stepped out into the world of the supposedly blazing Sun on the other side.

The wind was strong, and cold, a reminiscence of winter within the heat of summer. It felt good on my skin as I laughed, much better than the still air of the shadow which was supposed to protec

AbsentEven the rainbows
Are absent
Today.

100 Themes- 001Well, This Sucks.
Lu Yuen tried to move his arm, but that caused the ropes to tighten more, and slip farther down towards the raging river below. He let out a huff of frustration. "Can't you just pull me up?"
"If you wanna send both of us falling into the river, sure." He didn't have time to deal with Emi's sarcasm. His legs were numb after an hour of hanging. "I have to find another way to get you up."
The boy let out a whine, shaking a bit. "You better hurry up then. I might end up dying here of starvation before you can get me out."
The female samurai scoffed. "You won't. Don't worry."
Lu Yuen tried to look up at the girl. "I haven't eaten since last night!"
Emi frowned. "Your fault."

"I had no food!" he protested, trying to untangle himself from the rope. It ended sliding down some more, towards the sharp rocks. He made a face. He didn't want to get cut up into piec

Not So AloneNot So Alone

Alone.

That was the best way to describe this hellish place. He was alone here. It was a lonely forsaken place. Nothing sane lived here. Monsters, beasts, mind-numbing impossibilities, oh this place crawled with them.

Wilson stared into his meager campfire, listening to the sounds around him. Within the inky blackness distances didn't seem to matter. The snoring beefalo he knew to be only a stone's throw away sounded farther than the croaking frogs several clicks distant. That darkness was oppressive, dangerous, and Wilson had the very real sense that if he stepped out into it, the darkness itself would be the thing to take hi

*Footsteps*Was i ever here? footsteps disappeared.

French translation

Avais-je jamais ici? traces ont disparu.

2013 Delice1941
19th May2013

Crime of PassionWhen she left, the door closed like a gunshot.

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A Mother's Dispatch

by ~MysticFay, Mar 3, 2010, 11:50:43 PM
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         How are things in heaven?  I ask because I have no clue.  Honestly, you were going to be my piece of heaven.  I couldn't wait to hold you and kiss your face.  I thought, How cool will it be to have someone who looks like me, someone who instinctively loves and trusts me? That's the worse part about this whole experience; I woke up this morning expecting to feel your flurried kicks inside me, and I still dream of your birth, even though it's not possible.  I still think about designing your room, shopping for diapers, and planning for our future.

         Your daddy wonders if I'm O.K., and I want to say, "Forget about me.  My baby is the one who's not O.K., the one who's not here."  I knew I was all right as soon as the labor ended. My belly is swollen and empty, but I'm O.K...  I'm O.K, but my baby's heart doesn't beat.

         I just cannot think of a reason why this has happened, but maybe I did something wrong.  Maybe I ran too much.  Maybe I took some destructive vitamins.  Maybe, maybe, having children is not for me.

         You have a brother in heaven.  Did you know that?  Maybe you've already met him.  God will look after you both.  I wish I could see your smiling faces, and then I could easily bear this.  We still have to plan the funeral and give you a name.  Yet how can I do that when the doctor is still running tests on your body? The nurse didn't even tell your daddy if you were a boy or girl.

         Yet I will love you no matter what gender you are.  I will always think of you when I look out the window and see the clouds roving across the clear, blue sky. I will think of you when I see my hands empty and wrinkled with age. I will think of you when the snow settles softly on the ground, and nothing but a white blaze remains.  Please, please be happy in heaven, for without you, life on Earth is hell.

A Mother's Dispatchby ~MysticFay

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Here's a mom's final letter to her miscarried infant. Not light reading. The Live-Love-Write group prompted anyone to write a piece beginning with "How are things in Heaven?"

~Yukinflake Jan 1, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Beautiful. Very vivid. "Honestly, you were going to be my piece of heaven." I love it.

~MysticFay Apr 24, 2012

Thank you very much.

~Yukinflake May 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome

~Sarah-the-writer Dec 31, 2010

Great work! Wonderful, heart-wrenching and intense topic. Hope to see you around my gallery sometime, and happy new year!

~MysticFay Dec 31, 2010

Thank you so much. I'll definitely check out your gallery.

~gorcrow Jul 27, 2010 Professional Photographer

You are brave to tackle so heartbreaking a topic. Well done.

~MysticFay Jul 27, 2010

I don't think I'm brave, really.

Yet, thank you for the lovely comment.

~SunnyChan89 Mar 16, 2010

_{wow, amazing. ;__;}

~MysticFay Mar 17, 2010

You're very sweet. Thanks.

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Emotionally packed! poignant!

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