There is no downside to forgiving.
To forgive is to let someone go from your mind.
To forgive someone when they ask is to release yourself from their mind.
Bliss is to not think about each other at all.
The Ghost of Where You Are by kaolincash, literature
Literature
The Ghost of Where You Are
The ghost of where you are
Will haunt you where you go,
he said, suggesting I leave anyway.
I believe in the geographical cure, after all.
I know that ghosts aren't real,
Nevertheless, I fear them.
Before the operation, people would run from me. Screaming. Freak, they would shout. Weirdo. Monster. They were right, though. They always are. No smoke without fire, after all. My name is Ursula, and Im an eighteen year old girl. A couple years ago I wished I could just end it all, but my mother always told me that once I hit eighteen I could have the operation that would make me normal. Children are cruel; if youre slightly different they prove their superiority by beating you up, or playing cruel tricks. Imagine that amplified by a thousand, a life in which every day you wake up and wonder if its going to be the day you
Few rays of light shone down through tree-claws to the ground where she lay. The bottom of the pit she had fallen into was damp and multi legged creatures scurried back into their dark holes as she stirred, a few of the braver ones attempting to feast on her cold flesh remained. She screamed, shooing away the necrophagous beasts tearing lumps from her lips and face, and sat upright in a daze.
She could not recall any event prior to her awakening and, confused, began climbing her way out of the hole like a centipede brutally dismembered by a curious child. She lay at the mouth of the vertical cave and breathed heavily, desperately trying to r
The fire spread quickly through the building. The staff evaded the blaze and headed toward the centre of the city to alert the authorities to the fire. By the time they returned, many children had been unable to escape on their own and were consumed by the flames, left to their horrible deaths by the guardians of the orphanage. The layout of the building was such that after eating on the ground floor, the children were sent to their beds on the top levels and were hungry once more upon arrival.
The fire struck during the night, caused by the inner workings of a toil-machine one of the children had not powered off correctly. Nearly all of the
She awoke from her unconsciousness to find herself in an unfamiliar location. Glancing around frantically she noticed rows of pale, dirty beds in a blinding room, before her vision became distorted and she blacked out once more. A nearby nurse checked on her condition but she was otherwise left alone. She was being treated for poisoning after being found, by a constable during the raid of her home, barely breathing on the slate floor of the kitchen where her father had tried to murder her.
The trial drew to a close at the end of its first hour. A guilty verdict had been passed and no plea of insanity could save his life. The girls fath
The rain wept onto the earth. It was a terrible rain, falling on a terrible night. This rain swept away not muck and grime and plague from the streets, but the deep crimson love of a mother. The river that once flowed through a full heart now bled into the earth along with the life of a father, along with the life of a killer. The man had snapped. A sudden urge had taken him in his rage as the single bell rang out a single chime. The last view of the world in his wifes eyes were of his; cold, remorseless as she was thrown from the casement.
He listened for a thump as the body struck the cold, dry earth yet there was none. He peered fro
The final scrawling of Doctor Jackson Malvino, regarding his Ulterior Storage Breakthrough
I.
I am writing this passage as a document of the thoughts and musings of a man heading toward self-annihilation. I shall be no more the man I once was by the end of this night, though I have not been that man for some time prior to my writing of this last fragment of my current life and although my life may continue I shant have any recollection of this experience, or any other for that matter as the effects of my plan shall include a total reformatting of the cursed brain I was brought into this world using; the b
The Princess and the Spider by kaolincash, literature
Literature
The Princess and the Spider
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived alone. Beautiful but vain. She spent many hours in front of the mirror in the palace - a gigantic mirror taking up most of one of the castle walls.
One stormy night while standing in front of the mirror, a beggar came to the castle, seeking shelter. The beggar was close to death but the princess, not wanting to be seen housing such a vile looking man, turned him away from her door. The beggar said to the princess
"If you turn me away from here, I will surely be dead by morning", but still she did not agree to shelter the man.
"Very well", he said, "as a young man I was curs