My love for you is like a cup of tea, filling you with pleasant warmth.

My love for you is like a faithful dog, always by your side.

My love for you is like a sapling, growing with every second of every day.

My love for you is like the vastness of space, never ending and without limits.

My love for you is like a crutch,  there for you to support yourself with.

My love for you is like an art gallery, full of interesting pieces for you to discover, if you just gave it a chance.

My love for you is like a good song, something to get lost in.
10:43 PM, 03/23/19 by Person Mc Realhuman | 0 comments | Write Comment

“Let's review what happened yesterday, and see if we can put the pieces back together”

Letting out a slow yawn, I start to wake up.

“No, I'm pretty sure I'm you from five minutes ago.”

Something felt off, I thought to myself

“Why do you feel strange?”

Rolling down the stairs, I land face first onto the  concrete.

Slowly, I open my eyes.

“You sure?”

“I feel strange”

My eyes drifted to the alarm clock, and I did a double take.

“Okay, let's try that. Not like we have much to lose.”

I spring out ...
10:41 PM, 03/19/19 by Person Mc Realhuman | 0 comments | Write Comment

I want you to understand something.

All of my friends cut themselves and I hated it. I hugged them, I cried with them, I took the time to understand their pain and helped many of their scars heal, as well as, prevented new ones.

I did this all while I lived a life of fear. And I never told them, because they didn’t need to know. They didn’t need more pain, more reasons to cut.

Two of my closest friends were addicted to cutting themselves and they knew it, they talked about the release, to them it was their chance to feel SOMETHING when they felt nothing, and it felt so good. I’d d...
06:56 PM, 03/ 7/19 by Puppyfight | 0 comments | Write Comment

Ah, the snow. How delicate and unique each flake of the cold, white substance can be. The children will dash through it, flinging it left and right among each other. They will lay down and stretch their arms and legs in all directions, attempting to create a beautiful angel for all to see. Then, of course, there are others who build snowmen, their laughter filling the frosty air as they partake in a multitude of holiday activities. How I envied those who enjoyed the Christmas Spirit. I had never actually... seen such festivities occur. Rather, I would hear about them through tales my father would tell of the...
06:58 PM, 11/29/18 by Icydice | 0 comments | Write Comment

Train Girl
Posted by Lyca.
This was originally posted on the critique board when the site first opened in... Holy Shit 2015 (can't believe it's been three years)
Anyway I decided to post it on the main board because I want to keep all my stories in the same place.

 
Train Girl



She liked watching trains. It was all she liked to do now. She liked to feel the wind on her face as they rushed by. She liked seeing all the people’s faces flash quickly past her.

She liked watching trains.

She had been pretty much on her own for as long as she could remember, and then, o...
06:36 PM, 11/11/18 by Lyca | 0 comments | Write Comment