This folder is for all one shot works of fiction that are too long to be flash.
Waiting Silently in a Tattered Rocking Chair by Phantom-Wolf42, literature
Literature
Waiting Silently in a Tattered Rocking Chair
Silence.
She sat in complete silence.
Outside the dull, grey walls of her twelfth-story apartment, the world moved endlessly, noisily.
But to her, there was silence. Complete silence.
A ceiling fan rotated slowly above her; a fly lay dead on the window sill beside her; the festering corpse of a mouse lay putridly on the carpet in the corner of the hot, humid room across from her.
Yet, she sat in silence.
The window was home to a single potted plant; a small green sapling growing hesitantly out into the ever-putrid air of the apartment. It's dish had long-since cracked in the heat, and rot where the water leaks through had slowly begun t
Hands were gently placed on the delicate black and white keys of the piano. Each note was hit with a soft gentle force of the finger upon it. The weight and speed, the harshness and the softness, the little tricks and stunts pulled when needed to add that little extra to just to the right place. The flow and melody of the music was like a running river flow downstream, fast and furious and youthful at the start and then gentle and smooth and old towards the end. The progression in the piece moved so skilfully it was stunning and awe inspiring to listen and close your eyes and pretend for an instance you were sailing on this river and seeing i
"Why don't snakes bite lawyers?" one may ask. Frequently enough, another will answer - knowing the joke, well-worn as it is - enough to reply in a bland sort of manner, one free of any banter or avid intent: "Professional courtesy." Indeed, it is well known that even though, as is true with all things, not all lawyers are depraved, merciless souls, most people would simply - instead of raising an incensed voice to argument - chuckle quietly and move along, for fear of absolute (and swift!) retaliation. Many times has the befuddled populace balked at the thought of, without proper factual notation, actually stormi
The dress is too tight, sticking to my sweaty skin and squeezing my curves. Leanna told me that I look beautiful in blue, and no one will notice I am wearing her clothes, but I'm doubtful of that now. My heart pounds painfully when I hear the noises that mean it's meeting time, and I'm still trying to wiggle into the dress. I almost faint in a panic when Jesiah walks through the door.
"Rechelle, what on Earth are you doing? Everyone's already gathering in the Common, we're not going to wait for you forever."
Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of poises
Ashes, ashes
We all .
Fall
Down.
And that was where Nathaniel was right now. Or more truthfully, where he would be soon. The children around him giggled and shook with mirth, but their young and innocent actions were twisted and distorted by the nightmarish deed they were committing. One would never have guessed that under the park lay this maze of p
We're not talking simply about a change of plan here We're talking about a change of identity. We're not changing the environment; only ourselves. We're going to alter who we are, so that we become Perfect Strangers to ourselves
I stand behind the sink. On the linoleum floor below me are small drops of water that slowly stream into a puddle as more drops fall from my face. I look up at the mirror. My eyes are red, mascara is running down my cheeks and the foundation on my face turns into a slimy paste as I stare at my reflection.
"What have you become!?" A voice inside my head yells at me. I close my eyes tightly, shutting out m
Do you remember those days? by equinestar12, literature
Literature
Do you remember those days?
Do you remember those days
Where I would sit with you at lunch
And SHE wasn't there
And we would have an actual conversation?
Do you remember those days
where WE had all of those inside jokes
and HER name wasn't ever mentioned?
Do you remember the days
When our text messages lasted longer than only a few replies?
I do
But I'm not sure if you do
I really miss those days, too
But I'm not sure if you do
I really wish I could go back in time and see where I went wrong
But I'm not sure if you do
That girl.
Stuck up.
Snooty.
More popular than me.
Prettier than me.
Somehow better than me.
Came in and ruined what there was.
Now
He is lying on the bed.
On his back with his eyes closed, hands covering them, counting. Five, four and so on.
When he says zero, he opens his eyes seeing the blue wall of her room. The whole room is blue, he's feeling like he's in an aquarium. He gets up and leaves the room. The whole house is covered in quietness. He tries to hear something. Nothing. He doesn't walk far and opens the door to his bedroom. It's messy, clothes lie on chairs, it is dark, with a funny smell. He takes a look around. Nothing. In the closet, under the bed, under the desk, no sign, just dust.
He walks the hallway, stepping on the cold floor, feeling his skin gett