By
Dunno on
April 25, 2014
“Should I do this?”
“I think it would be unwise. It seems dangerous.”
“I don’t think I can handle the temptation, though. I have to know.”
“Alright…”
“Here it goes.”
“Ten years.”
Darkness. Silence. Nothing. His heartbeat stumbles.
“Okay… five years.”
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By
Dunno on
March 14, 2014
6:00 AM
The alarm clock sounds and he immediately knocks it on the ground, breaking it. He opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling for a while – tears rush down his face.
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By
Dunno on
February 28, 2014
I’ve been chewing on this one for about a year.
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One Second
Blood drips from the sewer up the manhole cover. It flows up the street into a huge red puddle with a body lying in it. The puddle begins to shrink as the blood goes up Alan’s nose, down his throat and into his ears. The crowd of people standing around him begin to run away as a car approaches, its speed increasing. It runs over Alan’s lifeless body as several people on the sidewalk start screaming. He gets up on his feet immediately after. One of the women that had been in the crowd yells out to Alan: “Watch out!” But Alan doesn’t hear her.
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By
Dunno on
July 13, 2013
A personal experiment.
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A Storm from the Past
The room’s filled with smoke, wine glasses are clinking and the sound of laughter almost drowns out the music; everyone’s having a good time. The party’s a huge success, all thirty of them came, even Syl. To him, it’s all bitter-sweet; he wasn’t very excited about the whole idea, but he also didn’t want to miss it. Nonetheless, he’s having a good time and he doesn’t regret showing up.
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By
Dunno on
February 5, 2013
The Missing Kiss
Ever since he was a little boy, Timothy was told the only way he would ever be happy in life is if he found The Kiss. As a young boy, he never really understood the meaning of what he had been told. He did not understand why he would ever need The Kiss, life seemed to work just fine without it.
As Timothy grew and became a man, his heart grew with him and demanded more things to fill the extra space with. He did not understand at first what was happening to him, why he spent each day hovering outside his body and everything seemed all doom and gloom. One day, as he sat in the park, he happened to see a couple kissing. As their lips parted ways, they began to form smiles. Timothy recognized their facial expressions as happiness and fulfillment. That’s when he remembered; The Kiss was what his heart was begging for. He stood up and knew what he had to do now.
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By
Dunno on
January 28, 2013
Searching for a Friend on a Rainy Day
It’s cold and wet outside and I have nowhere to go. I wander the streets aimlessly, searching for someone who will share their company with me, but no luck so far. I look up at the people that walk by, but no one will stop for me. I chase cars to pass the time, but even this is beginning to seem pointless. I keep asking myself why I do it and I can’t seem to find an answer. I fear what will become of me.
I just want someone to share a bone with.
By
Dunno on
January 2, 2013
I’ve been meaning to write this for about three months now, but I never really felt ready for it. Now I have what I need.
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The Ties That Bind Us
He stared out at the city lights, contemplating everything and everyone he was leaving behind. He deeply regretted the impact it would have on them, but he felt there was no other way he could go on. Some would later say he was disturbed, others would say it was the world who was disturbed and drove him to it. No one would perhaps fully understand his reasons, but it didn’t bother him. His heart had died long ago and he was exhausted from living like a shadow in a world with no sunlight. He was now alone and at peace with his decision. He had come to terms with where life had led him.
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By
Dunno on
September 24, 2012
Something I randomly came up with a year ago and only just now got around to writing it.
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The Story of Our Fucking Life Together
Our story begins at a fucking party. I’m fucking wasted and you’re fucking easy. Our eyes meet across the fucking room and I put my fucking moves on you for about ten fucking seconds until you give in to me. Right after I throw the fuck up, we go into an empty bedroom and we fuck.
I don’t see you for two fucking weeks and then we meet again at yet another fucking party. This time we act like less of complete fucking morons and actually fucking talk to each other. We discover we really fucking like each other and embark on a beautiful fucking relationship. Until we break up eight months later because I fucking cheat on you while drunk with that girl you’ve always fucking hated.
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The room’s filled with smoke, wine glasses are clinking and the sound of laughter almost drowns out the music; everyone’s having a good time. The party’s a huge success, all thirty of them came, even Syl. To him, it’s all bitter-sweet; he wasn’t very excited about the whole idea, but he also didn’t want to miss it. Nonetheless, he’s having a good time and he doesn’t regret showing up.
The Gallery of Me
