The Main Character

Category: Sadness

  • Second Chance at Life

    I need him back. My beloved husband which we spent sixty-seven years together, is gone. I know I only get one pass in my life, so I have to cash that in to bring him back.  He’s standing before me again. Strangely, there is another woman I’ve never met before,…

  • Final Hours

    It troubles me everytime it happens, where I encounter the final few hours of some random person’s life right before they die. Their life flashes before my eyes as I see where they were, who they interacted with and why they died easy. It’s a huge reason why I took…

  • Bright, Vivid Colours

    The colours dance around the room as they usually do when I’m exhausted. The oranges become purples, the greens become pinks, and so on and so forth. It is a nice pastime of mine taht makes me feel somewhat alive and somewhat dead. I don’t know what the colours mean,…

  • A Grave for Dead Gods

    I’m the last person to tend to the dead overlords. People of all species do not accept their creators are mortal, despite how long they live for, die just like them. They might understand on a surface level that everything is created from a previous reaction, but foolish enough to…

  • Wine Glass Monologue

    The red liquid is poured into my body, and now it’s my time to shine. I sway from side-to-side, thanks to the person holding me who gently tips the glass. I have so much to tell you, so buckle in for a ride.  My goal in life is simple. I…

  • Death to us Part

    When I said I loved you until death do us part, I menat it.. I love you so much that you must die. The sooner the better, in my humble opinion. I sharpened my favourite knife for this very occasion; our wedding day. I promise, my love, that you will…

  • Angry Traffic Light

    I thought when I was given a number plate, that I’d be a strong car on the road, driving often. Like a four-wheel drive or even a truck towering above the rest of the world. Instead, they put a traffic light on top of me to stand still on roads…

  • Voicemail For Dad

    I type in the phone number and anxiously wait while it dials. First ring, second ring, third ring, fourth ring, fifth ring. Gone to the answering machine. I was really hoping he’d pick up this time.  *Beep* “Hey, dad, I know we haven’t spoken in some time, but I want…

  • Traffic Cone

    I always end up the punching bag of the road. My job is to block roads under construction and guide the cars to a safe alternative. Everyday, my face is squished into the ground by car tires, or a child stepping on me as part of their silly game. I…

  • Mirrors Can’t Cry

    I hate the reflection that shares back at me each day. That guy is always judging me on everything. My appearance is too pudgy and pear-shaped, there are eye bags and wrinkles that increase in size. I despise everything that guy stands for. He shows me all except the emotion…

  • We Must Breakup

    “I can’t let you say no to this – to us! It may be your instinct to run away and leave this all behind, but do you see me running? I’m here fighting for a future. For us. I’m doing ALL THIS FOR YOU!” My voice started rising in the…

  • Dressing Room Star

    I am anxiously sitting in my dressing room and waiting for someone to come get me. I seriously don’t want to miss my performance of a lifetime. Geez, where is this superstar treatment? They approached me to have me featured on the Pajama Party TV Show. Man, the silence of…

  • A Deathbed Letter (Submitted by Juicy McBurger)

    I know that I don’t have long left to live. I should be resting, but my mind is racing. I can feel you watching me, anyway. Even now, when you are supposed to be resting. Recharging your batteries, as I myself am. You are like my guardian angel. If resting…

  • Feeling Stuck (Submitted by Dreadnatius)

    In this town I sit rotting away while time passes, day after day… the same repeating routine. The ever creeping threat of a mental breakdown tapping on my shouler whispering horrible things. The voice talks about my past… my childhood, there’s no distraction strong enough anymore, the thoughts I have…

  • Magic Fingers

    “Magic fingers do your thing, type what’s happening.” For the first time in my life, nothing happens. My fingers are paralysed above my keyboard. This has never happened to me before and now it’s stressing me out. I have a deadline to hit for my assignment, bloody hell, it’s due…

  • Therapy Bill

    My parents used me as a child for their free therapy, and I also was their dumping ground for their problems. Now I’m older, I want to deliver them the bill they owe for their sessions, especially since therapy has become my career path. My parents still try to approach…

  • Childhood Toy

    I have lived in old boxes for years now, forgotten about by my previous owner and best friend. I used to always snuggle up to her and keep her safe at night. She grew up and cast me aside. I had my arm barely hanging on by a thread and…

  • A Step Too Far

    What do I do? My evil plan backfired and now I have the woman of my dreams lying limp in my arms. I was only meant to control the media and their narrative, not have any causalities: shit, shit, shit, I don’t know what to do. She was a reporter…

  • Top Secret Information – Morse code translation

    ~ CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION CONTAINED. DO NOT SHARE IT WITH ANYONE. ~ … .-. — – …. . .-. –..– / .. ..-. / -.– — ..- / ..-. .. -. -.. / – …. .. … / .. / …. .- …- . / -. . . -.. . -..…

  • Predictable Storylines

    She didn’t know what was about to take place, but I knew. I had known it all along. I have seen this story play thousands of times and they all end the same. This little girl is going to be bullied in school and it leaves her to face the…

  • Shattered Mirror

    The mirror across the room isn’t completely broken although you can see the cracks of it. What reflects back to me is not quite familiar, not quite strange. It still does the job you expect it to, it just isn’t the same as it used to be. The shattered glass…