A passionate love went in search of camaraderie. A carnivorous hatred found it.
Don’t open your eyes, keep them closed and let the headphones connect you to the music. No one needs to know you are in your pajamas and on the sofa, your metaphorical dance floor.
Closing your eyes, you are a child once again, running and laughing with friends on a sunburnt beach. When the laughter turns to rumbling screams, there is only time for eyelids like violent window shades to fly open, beholding the towering wall of water stretching up into an endless sky.
Somehow, goodbye never feels easy in the mouth; it catches in the throat and twists the tongue and you end up saying, “I’ll see you soon.” As you close the curtain on your way out, the gentle white lie is laid bare and its grim implications jolt you to a halt.
I just bought you’re new iPhone 6 and tried to take a selfie for 3 times. I viewed the 1st photo and saw something blurry and black was beside me, in the 2nd photo the black object started to become distinct until the last one was actually horrifying. I saw myself died.
It is 10:42 at night, so stressed at work, tired, alone and almost out of energy. When a picture dropped right in front of me, it was a picture of me, and someone behind me.
They killed them all, from the first to the last.
They were afraid of their weapons, the pencils and the tommy gums.
It was a minute into New Years 2015 and only one question had lingered in my mind, or more so one sobering headache of an epiphany. Where was my damn flying car?
He molested me and nearly killed me. Yet only one of us wakes up each morning.
A lonely girl misses her daddy. He never was as rough as this.
He stood before the assembled dignitaries; his ambassadorial robes hanging from his frame, as he prepared to give the first speech representing Earth before the Galactic Imperium. If only Earth knew that aliens existed.
I awake to the perfect darkness of my room when I feel my cat resting on my chest, and have since been frozen in terror from the shocking lack of fur when I pet her. After half an hour, my eyes have adjusted to see the gargantuan insect with a fuzzy tail between its mandibles.
The cacophony created by the amateur guitarist’s amplifier reached the ears of Flufn’Stuff – who was daydreaming on the balcony of the third-story building next door – and threatened to throw her into a misanthropic rage. Having witnessed Flufn’Stuff’s last rage Kaylee, her minion, took matters into her own hands and saved the neighbor’s life by covertly micturating on the outdoor fuse box, shutting off their power.
I knew love was on the line, but I was exhausted and running around the issue wasn’t going to cut it anymore. So instead of serving it I threw the plate of asparagus he made at his feet, bellowing over him to drown out his warbling, “Goddamnit, John, you know I wasn’t asking about singing!”
Having just bought a new pair of glasses with thick frames, I got used to seeing something out of the corner of my eye, however, sometimes when I take my glasses off, I can still see whatever it is. And it seems to be getting closer.
It was nearly midnight when I finally finished boarding up the doors and windows. I thought I was safe and let out a sigh of relief but then I heard the dead child giggling behind me.
I thought that if I couldn’t see it, then it couldn’t see me. I was wrong.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first I thought it was coming from the window, then I heard it come from the mirror again.