My dad is dead (revised)
I don't know if I miss him or not. Did I really know him? What was I for him? Was I his redemption? Did I really care about him or was my relation to him just selfishness? I wonder if it is supposed to feel like in normal families. My dad was an...
Transgressions
My transgressions move me through the chaos that is the world I grow and move in and out on a daily basis of which there is no end of struggles and happiness and falls are a common place where my ancestors have gotten up and kept going if only to hit...
Roll Away Your Stone
Roll Away Your Stone Ruth groaned as the doorbell rang again, one of those long chiming tunes that his mother considered entrancing. Ode to Joy, an ironic tune, he thought, carried through the house and air and woke him, insisting that he move and...
My Dad Is Dead
My dad is dead... I feel so strange. I don't know if I miss him or not. Were we really special for each other? What was I for him? Was I his redemption? Did he really mean anything to me? I wonder if it is supposed to feel like...
Alien Pain
The darkness is pleasing. The rains left, though the sky still rood heavy across the sky, filled with rain yet unfallen, Amidst the breeches of sunlight, shadows danced and played a merry game of chase and stalk, much...
Pondering and Painted Fields
Jasper's been a fairly minor character due to the nature of how i've been writing berthold's pieces-- he's there, but not especially active or one reason or another, usually due to the introspective style of how berthold's been written.
The Golden Rules - Coevolution 008
Later, flynn engages in some introspection. **trigger** **warning!
Pity.
But that was all the introspection i could take. my body was tired, and now that my thirst was quenched, it was time to sleep and wait for morning.
Jared and Gnat - Part Three - Introspection
Some nights, Jared would wake up screaming. He would thrash about and cut himself, punch walls out and smash things up. After all that was done, he would usually slink back down to his mattress and cry himself back to sleep. His crying was not that of...
A Day In The Life: Ofenna - Introspective Reflection
For the first week, she'd thought of throwing it on a fire and spitting on the ashes, but she'd held onto it anyway, and on quiet, introspective nights like this she'd wander over and squeeze the soft hands, brushing at the fur.
Jerrod II
First let me tell you this is a work in progress, there is a lot of story to be had here. Also let me warn potential readers this story deals with many touchy subjects, such as rape, child molestation, M/m, m/m, murder and suicide. if any of this...
What I'm Telling Myself
A smile can be more than just the means to convey happiness. At the end of the day, it can be a lot of things beyond the conveyance of emotion. Some people smile because they're happy. For me, it's hard to remember the last time I did that. My smile...