The word "Bond" is a word that I’ve always loved, but only now, after having understood its true meaning, I understand its value.
I’ve always thought that the concept of "bond" was expressed with those who were already part of my life, like family and friends but I realized I was wrong...
Often we can feel to have a "bond" even to people we’ve just met.
It is as if there’s an energy that connects...
Sid wiped the damp neckerchief across his neck and forehead. Pete had arrived just in time.
The townsfolk crowded around the bar. Bets were made, drinks sold. Little ones skipped in the hot dust, anticipating the excitement of gun fire. The undertaker was the only one unconcerned — he would win either way.
“You ready?” Sid yelled.
“S’pose so,” Pete said.
The rules were read, steps paced, g...
“I was just trying to be what you wanted “ i pondered desperately as my step mother threw my test paper on the floor with a resounding thump.Today I brought home a 93%.Whole 7% had disappeared from my paper.After all the grimy late night studies and caffeine rushing through my veins I still could not live up to my potential.Shame was coursing through my entire being as I heard curses ricochet off ...
In the vast, scorching expanse of the Gobiara Desert, life clings to existence with a tenacity that defies the harshness of its environment. I am but a tiny creature in this immense world—a scarab beetle named Khepri, named after an ancient god of creation, revered in legends long lost to the sand. My days are spent navigating the dunes, a miniature explorer in a land of giants, where each grain o...
Things move around me outside of this room. Birds are twittering and I smell of smoke. My room is filled with wispy herby smoke and my breath will stink for the rest of the day. Birds yell outside and trees breathe.
Its 5:11am everything's waking from a rest, unless the animal has forgone rest for play and pleasure.
I have taken an opioid but my brain is too dysfunctional to process it.
Tod...
the small town had been having heat waves all week. the grass drying up. water being rationed. each and every person in this tiny area, all 115 - and counting, prayed for the weather to drop so the yearly storm would come.
“ITS HERE” one of the neighbours shouted.
the air felt lighter, the air felt more moist and full of life instead of so hot, sweaty and dull.
the rain pattered on the window...
As Melora closed her small suitcase for the final time, a sense of hearning filled her. She knew that college would would be a new and exiting chapter in her life, but leaving behind the farm and her parents was bittersweet. Her parents had raised her among the rows of trees, the sweet smell of apples was like a comfort for her.
As she stands at the entrance of her childhood home, Melora feels a...
sweat on my face. sweat on my pillow. i hear it, slowly getting quieter, but today, it was louder than ever before.
my name is being called. i can’t identify who it is, i can’t identify if it’s male or female, it’s just…_ a voice_.
i go through my day, still wondering, like i have been for over a year now, who that voice belongs to.
it hits me like a brick on the head. it’s my voice. i’m c...
I just sat down and watched as everyone around me was drinking shots and purposefully trying to ignore Matthew slamming his fist again and again into the poor soul who was unfortunate enough to stare at his girlfriend too long. But then again, I, who was completely sober couldn’t even give a fuck to stand up for him. In all honesty this is probably the calmest thing to happen to me all day. I woke...