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Literature
The Huldra
The Huldra
The fire hissed as a splash of boiling water bubbled over from the pot. Ewan moved over quickly and removed the lid, allowing the water to fester as he threw some more salt in, then half a bag of pasta. The offering appeased the boiling water, and Ewan proceeded to mumble something about how expensive good pasta was in the winter months. Theo didn’t hear him however. He lay in his hammock, tied between two posts, and staring up at the dull ceiling of the one-roomed shed of a house that they shared.
Theo and Ewan were cousins, and worked a small mill on the outskirts of a quiet little town. They produced lumber from the ma
Like a Breeze by TimtehGrey, literature
Literature
Like a Breeze
An idea passes by.
Wistfully, without bounds
it flows through the
mind and subsides,
like a breeze, and
you stand and wave goodbye.
A thought runs,
too, racing down
the empty streets.
It crosses the finish,
and an applause follows;
it’s shunned.
A change arrives,
alone and starved,
with nary a penny
nor pride. But it moves
with purpose, and
miraculously, it survives.
Chapter 1 of The Princess and the Black Bird by hendrkeslyn, journal
Chapter 1 of The Princess and the Black Bird
Chapter one
Tears of Hope
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The next day I got up and started the day, checking on my mom before I left.
My day was going fine until I thought I saw someone following me. I started to walk faster just in case. Sure enough, they walked faster too. I got nervous and ran. They ran after me, catching up with me and trapping me in an alleyway blocked by a door. Before I could do anything, many other people showed up too. I backed up against t
Someone will be there. by peace123a, literature
Literature
Someone will be there.
Hiding behind the fake smile. Hoping no one sees the truth. You don’t want to burden anyone with your problems. You believe no one cares. You simply say you’re tired and neglect to tell the truth. You’re broken inside. Your heart is shattered. But, no matter how much hope you’ve lost, no matter how much pain you’re in, there is always someone there who will listen. Someone who will be your shoulder to cry on. Someone who will always care and always be there. Just think for a minute. You know who that person is don’t you?
A Heart full of Confusion by Scratch25, literature
Literature
A Heart full of Confusion
Don't compromise yourself
A lie I told myself
I'll never listen to those thoughts
I'll just end up with a stomach of knots
Once again I fail
A monument to my arrogance
I am doomed to relive this tale
Due to my incompetence
My major flaw
Is a heart too big
And sticking with people who renege
Leaving me with a dropped jaw
Heart and head in competition
With you at the center
Serving as my newest addiction
And my soul is now a dissenter
Why must I give away so much
For just a subtle touch
A feeling of being alive
Does not allow for so many lies
Deceit and defeat are my companions
On a road lacking in direction
Where all I seek is some
Eyes Shut by TimtehGrey, literature
Literature
Eyes Shut
We live in a world where progress is believed to be a threat, and therefore needs to be regulated. It's been a reoccurring theme since the dawn of man, when humans tried to explain natural phenomena. Even today, despite thousands of years of growing more enlightened, we still alienate anybody who shows signs of progress. The reason, it's simple: fear of the unknown. We all fear what we are not aware of, and that results in our minds telling us that new ideas are bad, new inventions are bad, even if one explains how his invention works, we still perceive it as bad. Scientists were persecuted throughout the ages for thinking outside what was ex
Lucid by TimtehGrey, literature
Literature
Lucid
“Well, this is wrong,” Estella thought to herself as she sat up in the middle of a cobblestone road. She stood up abruptly and examined her surroundings. Everything looked as though it were out of a child’s storybook; stone buildings with window illuminated by candles, gothic streetlamps burning silently through the night and a crescent moon shaped like a smile above her head. The stars were there to, but they shone a dull, white color, as if the life had been sucked out of them. “Where am I?” Estella thought to herself, trying to remember how she could have ended up in this bizarre place. Nothing came to her. S
Life by TimtehGrey, literature
Literature
Life
See, now I've been wondering, what are we going for here? What's the goal at the end of life? I don't think it's to die and go to that happy-fantasy-land called heaven that everybody else seems to believe in, so what are we shooting for here? Then something came to me, what if we weren't going for anything? What if, as humans, we are simply beyond total comprehension? Think about it, even the greatest philosophers and scientists can't tell you why we're here. Nobody knows if our existence was an accident or the pinnacle of the universe. What if there was no goal, if there was no shining light at the end of the tunnel to go for? What if we're
She of the Birds by TimtehGrey, literature
Literature
She of the Birds
I saw her by the lake one summer evening, as the final rays of light began to cede into the horizon. She stood on the banks, letting the serene evening waves brush over her toes then retreat to their friends in the waterbed. People went and passed her by, without giving her so much as a glance, hoping to keep up their pace on their daily run. It’s a sin to let such scenes of innocence and beauty go unchecked, which is why I stopped to examine her, but as I look back I wonder how many of these scenes I passed by during my trek that very day, or the unfathomable number I’ve ignored throughout my life. But this one, I gave my comple
Torture by Oshiagurl, literature
Literature
Torture
The stripping down
The gunshots, they blow
As I am shot,
My ghost carries on,
In frozen hell,
The words, they carry on.
As I can still feel,
The icing in my lungs,
The weight on my heart.
And as my eyes,
They haze over,
As I look into the lights as they die.
The threat of fate,
Dragging me into hell,
With no escape,
Its inevitable.
Im drowning,
Burried alive,
As you tear me apart,
From the inside.
Hurt from emotions,
Choking back tears,
Torture carries me,
Throughout all my years.
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