Category: Storytelling

Stories of different kinds.

  • Loneliness

    The high pitched ringing in the earsof someone who has tinnitus Damp bedsheets hung out to dryon a cloudy day Cold stale rice from the day before A cold steel knife pressed against my neck A dusty chair,sitting against the wall of an unfinished house

    Lonely chair
  • My Velvet Wings

    I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…

  • Ksenia

    As I was walking down the road, the snow fell gloomily all around me and I ran into Ksenia. “Hey Ksenia!” I said, “What are you doing here?“ “Who are you?” she asked and scanned me from head to toe. “Oh, I’m a big fan of yours. I follow you on Twitter.“ She wore a…

  • The Blood of the Gods

    The blood of the Godsflows in the veins of rocks Touch them, these rockshot under the sun,cold in the shadeFeel the roughness under your fingers Be quiet,listen,close your eyesand you’ll feel it You’ll feel the blood flowingFaint, yet strongThe slow rhythm of mother earth And when the clouds gatherand it starts to rain;a short burstbefore…

  • Sex is for Losers

    NSFW! This story is not safe for work or younger readers. Only continue to read if you’re an adult. “Come on, come on, come on now, don’t be like that, okay?” Rosanna bit her lip, the lower one, nervously, not seductively at all. No, it wasn’t seductive at all. It was purely nervousness. Could be…

  • The Storm

    The storm came suddenlyand, like only it could,dampened my spirits, as Ifell into troubled sleep. As I started to dream,the storm entered my headand violated my grey matter,and washed all my thoughts away. My heart broke at this great lossand I cried tearlessly in my sleep. But when I woke up,the sky had cleared;the storm…

    Pen & Ink drawing of clouds coming in though the window
  • The Most Embarrassing Rock Performance In the History of Embarrassement

    I have a couple of stories I could tell about performing on stage with my band. One is of me having a blast and the other is of one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Let me guess which one you would like to hear; the embarrassing one, right? Fine! So, me and…

  • Walking Myself Sober in Dubai

    My favorite physical activity is walking. Put one foot in front of the other and then repeat. Ten thousand times! Or more, if you’re in the mood. There’s nothing better than good ol’ walking. And I can prove it. I’ve gone on some pretty long and interesting walks. Once, I was working on a boat…

  • Us Stupid Human Beings

    What is it about us humansthat we feel the need to conquer everything?We want to be the kings of everywhere.We want to own everything.We want to win every time. That’s not how other animals behave.Lions know they’ll be murdered one dayby younger lions on the prowland their children will be sacrificedso that the mothers have…

  • Clutching at Straws

    The man woke up one dayafter sleeping for agesEons spent with eyes closedbody comatose, mind adriftthe unconscious seasImaginary creaturesunknown fears, unseen beastslooking for a straw to hold on to The man woke up and stretchedhis tired limbs brokenfrom too much unuseHis blind eyes criedon seeing the lightthat set his mind on fireHe clutched the sheet,…