Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
Welcome to the 100 Themes Challenge!
86. Seeing RedThe entire time Carson has known him, Aaron has worn glasses. From what Carson has seen, the frames are always blue (Carson's pretty sure that's been Aaron's favorite color since birth), and they are always top of the line. Even as a child, Aaron was vain enough to brag about them. When Carson first met Aaron, when they were only five, he had never seen glasses beforenot on anyone he cared about, at leastso the spectacles absolutely fascinated him, much to Aaron's disdain.86. Seeing Red by Psijay
It was because he didn't understand them, Carson's pretty sure. Aaron told him that they helped him see; that he was far-sighted, so sometimes reading would give him terrible headaches that the glasses would prevent. This didn't mean much to Carson, however. It just meant Aaron had something he didn't, and he wanted them.
So he stole them on a regular basis.
'Stole' was probably too malicious a word. It turned into a game for the two of them: Carson tried to snatch the spectacles, and Aaron did his best t
(Likely Not) My Last FarewellI laid atop your grave, staring up at the clouds above and wondered where you had gone. Is there a place called “heaven,” where families reunite and all sins forgiven? Do you hear me when I weep, or reach to you on the nights I cannot sleep? Is time different now, now that you’ve shed this mortal foil and silver thread clipped? Did you find your wings and spread, unfurled and upward ascend? Do you recall how desperately I cried on the night you lay before me and died? I told you everything would be alright, I only hope I didn’t lie. And now you’re gone, and I only wish I knew… “where”….(Likely Not) My Last Farewell by roadkillKitten
It isn’t fair. I should have had another twenty years to call you “mom,” to call you when all seemed lost. I should have had more time to spend, and bridges to mend. But I did, I did, when you neared the end, put all else aside. I spent a week in that hospital, not eating, not sleeping, not really, just waiting for the end.
Fast AsleepDump out a bucket of dreamsFast Asleep by roadkillKitten
Shift through a cacophony
Of trinkets and nightmares
Of glitter and bones
Lollipops and stones.
Wrapped in a cloak of cold
Memories and alone,
Gazing over a landscape
Of desert and cloud
Where only buzzards roam.
No shadow, no voice,
Nor footprint left in ice,
Only a helium thought
That floats away on sting
And images glint and fling.
Flatline on the screen
A lifetime played in meme
A blink, a gasp,
It all means nothing at last
Into the dark and fast
I couldn't swallow a spoon of cinnamon to tell youCancer visited again;I couldn't swallow a spoon of cinnamon to tell you by wei-en
I knew he was coming,
so I set the table.
He can’t speak
English this time,
he’s older –
he holds my grandmother’s
hand instead of my
still losing his hair
( for different reasons,
this time. )
I heard from a family
member that the doctor
said three months ago he
will not stay for long but
the plates in the dining room
are still empty, and
a sweetness burns my
lungs when I hold
in the chair –
“I could not swallow
a spoonful of cinnamon
to tell you –”
Amberamber;Amber by wei-en
that you haven’t
done anything to
her slender white
but you might
to keep her
87. hungerIn my house, we eat mac ‘n’ cheese87. hunger by wei-en
with soy sauce & put lettuce in
our instant noodles.
The geographical evidence left by
continental drift tells us that
isolation leads to strange &
at the place where I live,
most of these are out to kill
(the instinct to survive is strong
in these vast, harsh environments-)
& words like adaptation &
evolution are simply means to
I learnt many things in school,
but there are some affairs that
simply require the most basic
of biological compulsions:
When the oven is broken,
you learn to cook on the stove.
Blink“I- I swear, I only blinked, and- and then she was gone.”Blink by starrysky963
She sat at the table trembling, head buried in her hands. The two detectives exchanged looks. One of them, a woman in her late 30’s with thick, black hair, was the first to speak.
“Ma’am, I know this is hard on you, but please. Think back to the last moments you saw your sister.”
The woman, Rachel, spoke without lifting her head, voice thick and quavering with unshed tears.
“I told you,” she said, almost pleading, “We were walking in the park. It was a little after 5:30, and we were the only ones there. We took the path around the back where the trees are thicker. We walked side by side the entire time, planning our big move to the country. She stopped for a moment before we left the trees. And when I turned around, she was gone.” She sobbed heavily, then lifted h
Poison Moonlight trickled down its starry path and onto the silent road. Each cobblestone glistened under the moon’s gaze. Nothing but ice cold air pierced the air with its crisp scent. The stone buildings on one side of the road rose high into the sky as if trying to catch a star. On the opposite side, a vast ocean stood still before a hooded man. This man pondered quietly over the city behind him. It was such a pity that a marvelous sight would be so poisoned under its sleek and shiny coating.Poison by AcidRain99
As the stars grew dimmer, the poison seemed clearer. Rats that seemed to have appeared in midair rested on the edge of the road, determining the best way to spread their sickness. A violent cough from nowhere caught the man’s attention. Though it should give him no surprise, he was disturbed by it. One moment ago, the world had seemed at peace. Slowly, that fantasy ebbed away into nothingness. The man realized this place would surrender no rest for him. He slipped silently into
Her BirthdayShe was perfect.Her Birthday by GentlemanAnachronism
But then, that was hardly surprising. He had created her to be.
In scientific terms, she was a marvel of genetic engineering. A manmade wonder, harbinger of a new line of beings who were more than superhuman - they could hardly be called anything resembling human at all. Humans were weak, unreliable, prone to disease and unprofitable mutation. They were slow, practically deaf and blind when compared to any other predator, lacking a sense of smell strong enough to be of any use, lacking the claws and teeth to bring down an enemy when unarmed, lacking and deficient in almost every respect. Soft. Pathetic. Breakable. Prone to unwanted emotion.
She was perfect.
She had not been so when he started work, of course. He had wanted an existing model to base his improvements on, not a test-tube grown creature, and she had fit the bill for that quite admirably. So had many others, at the beginning, but the experiments and augmentation had proven all but her defecti
03 -LightGlistening through the window pane,03 -Light by SarahAurelie
I try to keep my eyes shut,
covering my head.
Something forces me up,
eyes wide open,
Some days, I wish it wouldn't.
#44- Two Roads#44- Two Roads by leangreenlimabean
So, you and Sam, huh?" he said after a few awkward moments of silence, his warm brown eyes unusually cold. I glanced at him, surprised.
"Yeah, why?" I asked, suspicious.
"I don't know, I just thought I'd be a little harder to get over than that." His tone was light, but I could sense the layers of hurt underneath. He'd been hoping that I would still be pining for him. I clenched my fists angrily. How dare he? He was the one that left me, not the other way around!
"It wasn't really that hard," I replied coolly, and he grimaced visibly, as if someone had hit him.
"Does he even know what you are? A Selkie?" Milo accused. I gritted my teeth. I knew what game he was playing. "I mean, you can't have a relationship with someone when you're keeping secrets. Not a real one, anyway. It's just a cop out."
That did it. I rounded on him, jabbing my finger at his chest. "You're one to talk, Milo! You have no right to just come waltzing back here, expecting me to fall into your arms again, after you
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