sadlife

DEPRESSION This is someone who hates there existence. He cuts himself as if he is addicted to it. Countless amount of scars up and down his arms. Scars overlap others. He watches blood run down his arms with a sick smile on his face. His eyes are glossy almost as if he as reached a natural high...

Chances 4 6/13/2005 Hope stood with her tiny suitcase filled with the few pieces of clothing she owned. In her hand, she held her favorite teddy bear. She was ready to go with Sam. One of the men took her suitcase, which appeared dwarfed in his hand. The other man attempted to grab Hope's hand...

Chances 3 6/12/2005 As the morning sun began to seep through the soft pink curtains, Hope slept soundlessly in her bed. It was almost six months, since she received the phone call from her father. She was greatly worried about all of it. Was it going to be the last time she heard from him...

Chances 2 12/28/2004 Hope breathed softly, as she looked through the window covered in snow. It was three days after Christmas and her parents were still not home. Since her last beating four months ago, her father and stepmother left on vacation. They left her with a *** hungry cousin. She did...

Chances 1 "You said it was a mistake but you... You are a damn lair. If you were sorry, why didn't you kill yourself? Why didn't you repent your dirty sins?" The woman spat out as she pushed the gun deeper into the chest of a girl in her mid-twenties. "Answer the question!" The woman screamed at...

Burn Little Catherine, Little Catherine had a superhuman power, she could turn dust to ashes, she could make the bitter to the sweet. She could turn day into night, and whatnot. But Little Catherine had this power inside of her mind, and the rest of the students did not believe her, and started...

dont turn on the light She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and...

When All Light Dies In this chasm lying broken, is a man charred inside. No more is there any hope. Shattered bones and bloodied scars envelope me. Deliver me toward the soil. Close up the Sun and grant me rest. The world outside of this cell is so beautiful and with a somber gaze, I take in...

Hope a little light surrounded by darkness flickering in and out appearing just ahead of the road paved with knives the light in your heart leading the way while you seem lost while you don't seem to know where to go darkness seems to follow you where ever it is you wander your heart seems to...

Women in the Windows The beautiful cobblestone streets of Amsterdam in the middle of the night. Standing looking up at red lights and red curtains with half clothed beautiful women from all over the world. Looking at you and waiving you in to their little red rooms. Whenever a man finds himself...

Lester's Shift LESTER'S SHIFT Lester Paddock pierced the soil with the blade of the shovel he had used for what had slowly become forever to him. The sky showed signs of light passed the darkness of a night sky, just as the night watcher of the moon would give way to the day watch of the sun...

Days Light As if standing in a dream I gazed into the cool crisp air that I have been so long gone from. There is something too say about the fall/winter season. If you grew up in the north it will be your favorite time of year. The leaves are beautiful colors of yellow, red, and brown with all...

Light Weight, by Dr. Philbilly My work requires me to travel quite a bit and I spend a lot of time in hotels many months at a time. I recently left Connecticut and just arrived at my new job location in Vermont. Getting use to a new hotel can take a little while. The first few days you tend to...

... the dimming of the lights... (part 33) … the dimming of the light… (Part 33) Peter Hunter … of course… of course… … I must be bloody stupid… before Fisher had arrived I had not even considered the connection… despite all our wondering… our questions… … the thought never occurred to me…...

... the dimming of the light... (part 32) … the dimming of the light… (Part 32) Peter Hunter … eventually we saw more and more of David Fisher… …. Perhaps the reason was my being his sister-in-law… … and Sharon and Chris my friends… … as I was his only living relative now that his brother...

... the dimming of the light... (part 31) … the dimming of the light… (Part 31) Peter Hunter … the Bell Long Ranger helicopter, appeared over the trees from the south east, hovered low above the grass between our house and the lake… seeming for a few minutes to be searching, assessing the...

... the dimmng of the light... (part 30) … the dimming of the light… (Part 30) Peter Hunter … it seemed appropriate… … it seemed right that having become a murderer, although feeling justified in the circumstances… that I take a low profile for a while… Sharon and Chris had the good grace not...

... the dimming of the light... (part 29) … the dimming of the light… (Part 29) Peter Hunter … as the blood sputtered from the exit wound in the Colonel's back… around the four inches or so of arrow protruding with its broad-head covered in bright blood… … I realised it was too good an arrow...

... the dimming of the light (part 28) … the dimming of the light… (Part 28) Peter Hunter … my growing certainty that the Colonel had murdered my husband… a theory supported by his sudden increase sexual innuendos towards me… something a woman of my age had no difficulty in detecting… only...

... the dimming of the light... (part 27) … the dimming of the light… (Part 27) Peter Hunter Day 36… Alice's story continues… … what… I was doing was therapeutic… stroking the bladed tip of the broad head arrow on the whetstone… … gradually honing the edge back to its razor sharpness… this...