~CJWilde

I write shortStuff.

+Watch Send a Note Give

Featured Browse

[x]

The SirenThere was a dead body on Sandie's back porch, and it was trying to get in.

She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike.

"Mike."

"Yeah? Sandie? That you?"

"You don't know anything about this, do you?"

"About what?"

"The zombie."

"Come again?"

"Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?"

"I... Could you repeat that?"

"Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man."

She edged away from the door, keepThe Siren by =QuiEstInLiteris

The Virgin and The Whore by =LadyofGaerdon

If you want a new beginning...If you want a new beginning, consider investing in a mechanized suit of armor

Streets shattered as giant robots
strode in the city's center to duel.
They aimed pulse guns,
hit everything but each other.
That was the day I knew I had to move.

A limb of steel and wire
fell and smashed the garage.
Salvaged my old journal,
plans for a new design.

Papers flying out of skyscrapers
reminded of drawings you sent.
I stopped by your house;
in your absence left a letter.

Finally, about to evacuate,
an eyelaser wrecked the highway.
Border of concrete and fire for miles.
Sorry, right now I'm trapped in my fears.

One day I'll sneak into aIf you want a new beginning... by *akarra

Devotion by `Kneeling-Glory

Fallterminal—
my grandmother, crumbling
leavesFall by ^neurotype

Who gives this woman?No one can,
     for she was free and wild
          before she left my womb,
Said her mama.

No one can,
     for she was free and wild
          before she let go my hand,
Said her daddy.

No one can
     bind the wind that is her breath
     trap the water that is her blood
     cage the earth that is her bones
     capture the fire that is her heart
Said her granny.

No one may give whaWho gives this woman? by ~wh0rem0ans

On The PodiumThe art of conductivity
as the maestro explained,
is that the man with the baton

serves as a lightning rod,
earthing intuitions from god.On The Podium by *AlecBell

Let the Sparrows InI.

Blackbirds are resting on the power lines,
Their silhouettes form the notation to
A dawn song set on the sheet music of
Telephone poles contrasted by the sun.

Curled leaves are land mines littered
On the lawn where imprints of twigs
And a nurturing robin's tracks collect.

Branchlets and leaflets stem from
Porch step railings and mailboxes;
The numbers read even on the
East side of the asphalt:

Seven-seven-thirty-six.
The engraved letters on
The siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family

So let the sparrows in.

The house,
With its branching hallways
And
Overhanging décor
And
Furniture rooted to the floor
Let the Sparrows In by ^NicSwaner

moth wingswith no alarm
she dances through the bony air,
eyes like a hungry child
slobbering at the first scent of knowledge.
glistening off of those eyes
– the very sight of it –
the taste that all greedy minds crave.
she flutters towards it,
light peaks through her delicate wings
like how it flickers under the water's surface,
an angel ascending into heaven

easily and swiftly crushed
by the capital hand
that shadowed behind such heavenly light
– with all intention of crushing the wings of innocence –
and with a clear conscience,
as a moth is to a hand as what a person is to the universe.

isn't it painless for a hand to swamoth wings by =andrewpom

In the Chill of the DayMolly, what are you doing under a draped green tarp over frozen white ice with such black water flowing fierce beneath it?
Why did you cut a hole in the ice and shiver under layers of thermal clothes covering your probably beautiful freckled skin?
Why do you have a fishing line dropped with a dead-weight sinker down in that hole you stand by; why are you so hungry?

My ears are warm in a knit cap that covers my head and gets me out of the house so I can carefully slide up toward Molly.
I see her mouth smile wide in a silent "hi" and the wind just howls over this black-and-green and frozen slick white ice lake.
I shrug small shoulders in mIn the Chill of the Day by *xlntwtch

AdamI, first feeling this sunken heat, first
scraping this grain desert, first
sitting under verdant walls, I

first touching these rooted crags, first
tripping in the mountain's gloam, first
reaching this brackish fountain, I

first holding the ocean, first
drinking its salt poison, first
sinking to my knees, I

first trying to understand, I

first trying to speak

IAdam by $wreckling

stop ruining autumn.listen:

fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.

listen:

two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves, who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.

and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."

listen:

on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jaggedstop ruining autumn. by ~estallidos

RSS

Previous
Next

Comments

No comments have been added yet.

©2013 deviantART. All rights reserved

About Us | Contact Us | Developers | Careers | Site Tour | Help & FAQ

Advertise | Premium Membership

Etiquette | Privacy Policy | Terms of Service | Copyright Policy