

FairTen years ago I was pretty. I was vigorous, lively, energetic; my smile dazzled and my wit charmed.Fair
So why was I so miserable? I know why. The world was too much; I didn't know how to cope. Now, with these years under my belt, I know how to move through the world; I know how to persuade, how to manoeuvre, where to stand firm and where to retreat. I know how the world works, and for the most part it doesn't scare me anymore.
If I'd known then what I know now, I would have been unstoppable. The energy and beauty of a nineteen year old enfolding the wisdom and comprehension of experience. I'm not old; I'm


SeenI have seen a buried tower that strains upward to the roof of an immense cavern, reaching desperately for the light of the sky. I have felt a man fall on its steps and sink into his tired death having never found the truth in its heights.Seen
I have seen a war rage across land and sea, led by opposing madnesses cultivated together in the warrenlike cellars beneath a malevolent manor.
I have seen a hollow-faced bird of coloured mist rise from the churning mob and suck away the souls of the hapless remnants before it, defied only by a woman who loathes her choices, and a man who carries his own god in his hea


Watch the NorthI was there when he took the plinth, did you know that? His back ached from the long climb to the vantage. He stopped every few minutes to rest the ankle he had twisted on an uneven path two days before. When he finally stepped upon that scarred base, his first words to me were, 'It's not much of a view.'Watch the North
His wife resented him. His child never saw his face. It was not a sacrifice. He took the plinth when his daughter was nine years old.
'I did what I could, Owan. I was never what they wanted me to be, but I tried. Now I'll stand here until someone knocks me down. This time I can't fail. I won't have tha


Life timesAt times, life is an ocean. I ride the swells, but my limp flailing can't direct my movement, and I'm left floundering in the trackless fluidity. All directions are different, yet look the same, and change perpetually. There is no way to find land.Life times
At other times, life is a box. Its boards press to my back; its sides are beyond my reach, and the shadows within the box hide them from my sight. I strain out into the darkness, but I can't find the edge. My breath comes less and less, and soon I cry out in panic. Please save me.
Mostly, life is a lengthy street lined with deserted buildings. The grey walls reveal nothin
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I'm just a homosexual guy stuck in a girl's body.
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