#small prose

[thespacedoutwriter]

It turns out I cannot love you louder than your demons. Your demons are cruel. Your demons are cold. Your demons are mean. You are mean. You are not warmth. You are not kindness. You are not love. I thought you were but I was wrong.

You have hurt me time and time again. You say you won’t but you still do it. You will hurt me again. For once I need to choose myself. I need to love myself more than I love you.

I can love myself louder than you have ever loved me.

[through-my-words]

J. J. Rousseau

[dahyunaa]

Франц Кафка . Ночью.

Погрузиться в ночь, как порою, опустив голову, погружаешься в мысли, — вот так быть всем существом погруженным в ночь. Вокруг тебя спят люди. Маленькая комедия, невинный самообман, будто они спят в домах, на прочных кроватях, под прочной крышей, вытянувшись или поджав колени на матрацах, под простынями, под одеялами; а на самом деле все они оказались вместе, как были некогда вместе, и потом опять, в пустынной местности, в лагере под открытым небом, неисчислимое множество людей, целая армия, целый народ,-над ними холодное небо, под ними холодная земля, они спят там, где стояли, ничком, положив голову на локоть, спокойно дыша. А ты бодрствуешь, ты один из стражей и, чтобы увидеть другого, размахиваешь горящей головешкой, взятой из кучи хвороста рядом с тобой. Отчего же ты бодрствуешь? Но ведь сказано, что кто-то должен быть на страже. Бодрствовать кто-то должен.

[redthornragdoll]

by Audrey Kawasaki

Fetus is not frightening. Transgender is not terrifying. Science-based is not scandalous. Diversity is not disgusting. Vulnerable is not vulgar. Evidence-based and entitlement are not ear splitting.

[momento-moriii]

I’ve been thinking a lot about summer memories lately and maybe that’s what’s been keeping me warm

[crazy-dorothy]

Burning Petrarca’s books in a pile of fallen jasmine flowers.

One or three months later I gather the strength to force myself to collect the sprawled fears, braid them into your short hair and walk away, leaving behind nothing but the mild smell of burning jasmines in my back yard.

That’s the flower that decorated the crown of the second one when she got away. While the unforgettable smell of first kisses flodded the room and caressed everything but my neck in an unintended “could have been”.

[writerof-fiction]

In the darkest state of my mind, when I am about to pass out after having too much to drink, is when I think about you the most. About having your body right next to mine to fall asleep to. About having your face so close to mine that it would be the very first thing I would see when the morning comes. But those are only visions of my deepest desires and I would never drag you along with such a fucked up soul as mine. I would never corrupt your innocent self just to satisfy a deep, dark desire, that has been buried deep for so long now.

[crossbonesbrock-blog]

Burnt and still going.

Brock found himself coughing on the floor as his room burned, he had managed to snuff the fire that engulfed him out. He tried to get up but he found it way to hard to move with his body being burnt. He was used to pain, just not this type of pain. The grunts who came in quickly worked fast when they saw the room alight. They got a extinguisher quickly going to douse the flames. Brock soon found himself pulled out into the hallway as a loud alarm was going off. He could finally breathe a bit better once he was out of the smoky room. Groaning he tried to force himself up off the ground but a few grunts prevented him from doing so. "Stay... You need medical attention."

"I don't - Ack! The little twerp actually set me on fire.." He winced as the guards went to help him up, supporting him. 

"...You will be just fine, Bones." A guard sighed as they led him off. After being dragged for a short bit, Brock went to brush them off standing on his own.

"I'll go myself..." He huffed, going to stagger off. He was stronger then that, he could and would endure for his pride's sake...

Once in the Med bay a Doctor went quickly to help him into a bed with a sigh. "Here again, Mr. Rumlow?" He mused quickly going to get to work on him.

"Ya... The boss's kid an' this girl decided to set me on fire." Brock quietly closed his eyes as he was being looked after.  

"The boy was never that much of a brat.. That's new." The doctor frowned as he thought about it. "Just rest, I'll have you taken care of in no time. You should heal just fine in the week..." He added quickly.

"...Thanks, doc." Brock sighed, finding himself dozing off soon after he was injected with some pain killers. He'd get back at Emil... One day.