Category: Sadness
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EMERGENCY: CODE URGENT HELP
“If you are hearing this, I need help. I’m bleeding out on the corner of Thompson Road and Cisile Street. Quickly! Please call 9-1-1! I know for certain that I don’t have long left. The blood is draining from my head, and this may be the last time that I…
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Deathbed Narcacism
I wonder to myself what people will think about me – remember me by – once I’m dead. I’m holding onto my final breaths, each more painful than the last, so no better time to question my legacy. Not a single person should have any bad will towards me. I’ve…
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To-Do List
I have so much on my to-do list. The list goes on and on. Everything I didn’t finish yesterday got piled into today’s list, and today’s unfinished business will join tomorrow’s to-do list. On and on and on forever. The list just keeps extending longer and longer. Each day becomes…
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No plans Ahead
My calendar is…empty. Nothing today. Nor tomorrow. No plans all weekend. No events this week, or this month. The blank squares stare longingly at me, but I have other ideas. It’s the perfect time to catch up on some sleep and get through the movie watchlist I’ve been sitting on…
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Dead Musician’s Support Group
Being dead has been difficult to adjust to. My fingers are itching to get back to the strings of my instrument. I am constantly tapping my foot to an imaginary beat. Music was my everything in life, and the afterlife of silence is agonising. It turns out, I’m not alone…
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Sneeze Powers
Every time I sneeze, I lose my bearings. It would be all good if I got disorientated from the up and down movement, but I teleport to a different location with each sneeze. Yesterday, I sneezed and ended up in Paris. It’s frustrating to pay for all my plane tickets…
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Out of Ink
All of my stationery is starting to run dry. My pens are missing the strokes I put to paper. The highlighters look dull. It’s not how it’s supposed to be. I need my stationery working in order to keep creating. I can’t make art without my tools. This isn’t fair!…
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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,…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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