You’re not afraid to love.
You’re just afraid of not being loved.
Category: Competition
Competition
Change
The seasons have changed.
And so have we.
Ignorance
Sometimes impossible things happen.
And we call them miracles.
How Could You?
Yesterday, you said you love me more than anything else in the world.
I woke up today only to find out that you live in different worlds.
No One Could
Let me have her, you can’t love her as I do. No one could.
Love Is Not Possessive
You don’t need to possess someone just to prove that you love them or just to have someone you can call “mine”.
In fact, love is a form of freedom, the trust you put on each other is enough.
Grave Mistake
I stayed in the cemetary that night and heard my dog whimper, so I shushed him. Then I remembered, my dog was killed.
Melting words
You look at me, and I melt under your gaze.
Your eyes linger on me a little too long,
“Your beautiful,” you tell me, and I start to believe it.
What Makes a Monster
I learned at a young age that, if you aren’t afraid of them, the monsters in the closet and under your bed can be your friends.
Much later in life, I learned how to get them to do my bidding.
Love For Two
She loves both of them but should only have one.
The other one died for his best friend’s happiness.
A Lover Then Nobody
On a fine August day love grew between them.
On a fine November day, love was lost and they became each other’s nobody.
They’ll never find the bodies. And I certainly won’t be hungry for a while.
the air screamed through the almost hollow trees. I waited, then it yelled.
Uncertainty Principle
After seventeen years of building the specialized hardware and coding the exclusive software, the Machine was switched on.
As it created a perfect simulation of our universe in every possible detail, we realized we were no longer certain of our own reality.
End of an Error
I just injected the toxin; it should take effect in a few moments.
To whomever finds this record, please know how sorry I am that I cause the
Windows
He became paralized when he discovered that someone had writen something on the window of his 4th floor apartment last night. Then he realized that it was writen from the inside.
Breaking up is hard
As I gazed into his pleading eyes, I suddenly realised he’d been right all along, and that we really should finish it – and so I let him go. And as we parted, I knew I’d done the right thing at last and found myself filled with an inexpressible peace – especially when his fading scream was cut short by the concrete sixty feet below.
Childhood’s end.
When I told my father about the monsters in my closet, he asked me to describe them very carefully.
Then he took me over to his closet, made me open the doors and then showed me the ancient, family weaponry we would use to kill them all.
Wishing Well
Taylor strolled along a frozen winter’s path, stopping to throw a dollar in a stone well while wishing for warmth; Taylor went home to a cold cabin shivering and disappointed. Alex walked along the same path while carrying some logs, passing by the well with only a glance as he returned home to start a fire and plan the food that could be bought with a dollar.
Hard Time
He walked out of Prison a changed man.
After a dime and a half he learned everything he needed to hunt down and kill the bastards who’d framed him.