Helpful Ex(dis)tractions: Emotional Quantity
As things were dying down and she was cleaning up for what she thought was the final time, once more confirming the samples were all properly labeled and the floor, mount, and bed were spotless, Nurse Redheart was surprised by a final knock on the...
Poem #33: The Senses
These emotions, these senses, these feelings, are my life. ~bhscorch [!
Broken Words: Chapter 12
To cut out the fear, or the anxiety, or the emotion left you with just an act, but as long as it made him feel good in the now, he could live without a future.
Secrets Ch. 29
Chapter 29 Following Chase upstairs, my still frayed mind begins churning out numerous reasons for why Richard and Jasmine would want to see the both of us. Each scenario getting more upsetting than the last. I have only known the two of them for a...
Poem: Freed Chains
Poem: Freed Chains Fallen chains which once revealed the hidden truth, release your binds of unholy rest, knowing the hidden truth shall be known. The birds of wind's forever flow shall fly throughout the chains of never ending suffering, their...
Broken Words: Chapter 8
Sounds cool," francis said, tearing off the cellophane as becca looked between the two of them, her face devoid of any emotion, "do you guys want to head back to my house?
The New World
Well, like, in old movies women are always shown as really emotional, crying all the time… that seems horrible?" he stuttered. “like they can't control their emotions at all." the dog snorted with amusement. “and you never get angry, then?
Good Enough
So, this is my first story. Hope you guys like it. By the way, the artwork isn't mine. I commissioned Spelunker Sal to do it because my artwork sucks! I hope you enjoy the story and if anybody's got any ideas/comments, etc., feel free to let me know....
Yagato Mountain
\>not a single emotion in her voice now, just the warmth fading away. \>"we are near where we are meant to reach. no more questions for now anon. no more at all."
BOVINE PARENTS (Epilogue)
**"Bovine Parents"** EPILOGUE The young calf sat by a stream, all on his lonesome. This was supposed to be a happier day. His thirteenth birthday celebrations had come and gone in the morning, now he was alone with his thoughts, and his doubts. He...
Despair, my Dear
Despair, my dear, so cold to all, you know me all too well. I hurt so much, and all because I've built up my own hell. Misery, mistress, bittersweet, you know me by first name. You taunt and gloat as my bleeding heart, it refuses to be tame. Agony,...
Perchance to Dream
There is more love there than you have in negative emotions. your problem has been in living with the bad like it has been the focus of your life. you know very well that you have always tried to live a good life.