“I don’t know what you want from me, Marie. I’ve nothing left to give you. Just leave me be.”

“Come on. I haven’t taken anything that isn’t mine. I payed for that radio, so return it, okay? Please?”

Exasperated, he hung up and put his head in his hands. A sob wracked his body, vibrating through his body until he felt as if he were on fire. He abruptly stood up, walking to the barren kitchen to g...

As she stares into my dark grey eyes,

As I stand in the dark grey water,

She looks within my soul and frowns.

There is nothing for her there.

I may love her to the dark grey moon and back,

But my dark grey soul is not golden enough.

Not strong enough,

Not sturdy enough,

Not wrought iron and blackened wooden enough.

If I could prise the eyes off the soulless stare I give her,

Maybe she ...

Write a poem or story about a person born with incredible knowledge, and their struggle to remember and express things as an infant, and the inevitability of forgetting all of this knowledge before they ever learn to express it. ...

I think I’m better than this.

More…. intelligent, more creative, more…

I don’t know.

I’m upside down and inside out,

Eyes behind me at all times.

Ears open and sealed, block out the racket.

Anything cannot be my everything

Except when the tv is on.

And then there is nothing.

Just the simple

Babbling.

Gets me away from the racket,

You know?

...

And then I choke, stumbling and cursing as twigs and dirt stabs into my naked skin. I don’t scramble to my feet, instead I lay back. I stay there until it gets dark, and then until the forest goes silent. Transforming light to purple, from dust to black. The forest floor presses into my back, little insects crawling over my body.

A singular spider crawls up my neck and into my ear, looking for s...

“You know that the stars aren’t right.”

The staircase is dark and overgrown, a relic of a time gone to rest. I can almost see them now, briefcase in hand and hand on heart, running up these stairs back when it was as it was, travelling to menial places in our childhood toys. Did we ever think that there should have been more? Looking back, I’m not so sure I did. Hindsight is a curse in trying tim...

If I could tell you, darling

What would happen in a year

Or even more,

You would bow your little head down to the bitter ground.

I would not do that to a child. Even if it mean things would be different.

Less... painful.

People say that things happen for a reason

But I disagree. We didn’t deserve that.

Nothing could make me grateful for what happened.

A butterfly’s wings are supposed to ...

“Now?”

He didn’t respond, eyes forward and blazing with indifference. I stumble forward and he grabs the back of my suit, dragging me back with great force.

“Look man, I don’t even know who you are. Just let me go and I swear I’ll keep as silent as a mouse.”

He doesn’t respond to that either. I hear a scoff and I shut my mouth, eyes down. The thick mud squelches with each step, coating my shoe...

They ring me at three in the morning and I’m feeling fine. Their voices slurred and bitter. They speak a language I barely understand, the language of the three am drug hazed alcoholics. They don’t say it explicitly, they’re beyond that now. They want me to look after her, I don’t mind. Except I do. I don’t ask them where they are, I don’t pry. I expect them to be at some party at the other side o...

Three hours of sleep and I feel fine. Well, not that fine. I’m not tired, just sad. I don’t like the idea of waking up sometimes, another day, another life. I spent the night gaming, what else? I haven’t felt like myself for a while, like something’s brewing. I’ve not been enjoying things like I used to, but I’ve been enjoying my music. Sometimes I find myself frantically dancing round my room, ex...