Missed Chance
I could have said so many things.
“Please stay.”
“Goodbye.”
“I love you.”
But I never got the chance.
She was gone before I could think of what to say.
Now I sit and stare at all that’s left, a column of stone.
All I can say,
“Rest in peace.”
By Grant
The Best
He had dreamed of being the best. The best rider, the best shot. The best at everything.
The best at being a cowboy.
But he wasn’t the best, he wasn’t even good.
The rodeo ended quickly, with a little crunch.
Though, it was the best crunch anyone had ever heard.
By Grant
He Was Away
The red hood lay on the floor, a little scuffed and dirty, as if there had been a struggle.
The blonde was no where to be seen, her picnic basket tossed on its side, the snacks spilt everywhere.
A pity that the woodsman was away, visiting his aunt.
A pity.
By Grant
Spring Cleaning
I step into her house and am immediatly handed a binbag.
“Take this to the van,” I am told. “It’s going to the Tip.”
I don’t look at the cold, impassive face that studies mine. Instead, I untie the knot in the bag and look inside.
And find my childhood.
By Alexander J. Cunningham
Not What You Were Expecting
The nightingale sang. The moon was full. The evening perfect.
“Will you make me the happiest man in the world?”
She looked at him, remembering all her thoughts about this moment, how she would act, what she would say.
But this time, something was different.
He knelt there, waiting.
“No.”
By Grant
Blank Shock
The emptiness of its flow.
White noise moving with a strangled vengeance.
The sound of blood in his ears.
That’s what it was, and he was listening to the flow, not of her words from her lips, but of the blank shock that hugged him. They were over.
By Taps
Blog Action Day – Helping
I always give that man on the corner a dime. It makes me feel good. Like I made a difference. Like, thanks to me, that man won’t have to beg.
Inside, I know that won’t happen. I know that I’m not really helping. But I tried to help. Didn’t I?
By Nipun
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – Waiting
He was just standing there. He was supposed to be sowing the seeds, but the soil was still dry. He couldn’t afford to buy food for his family. Too expensive. So he just stood there, staring into the sky. Waiting. Praying. Hoping.
Another year of drought. Another year of hunger.
By Nipun
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – Final Notice
Outside his children’s room, he listened to them fall asleep. The stack of bills sat on the table, simple, yet terrible. Outdoors, autumn was crisp, with a hint of chill. What would he tell the kids, next month, when the power was gone, and the chill was inside the house?
By William
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
Blog Action Day – He Will Come
The orphan huddled closer to the wall, trying to fend off the cold.
Snow was falling steadily, covering the grime of the city in a layer of white crispness.
Rubbing her hands together to keep warm, she shivered uncontrollably.
“He will come,” she told herself, “he came for the others.”
By Grant
This post was specially written for Blog Action Day.
