The Main Character

Category: Sadness

  • 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…

  • Deathbed Regrets

    When looking back on my life, while the last breaths in me escape, I think about all the people who were part of my life. So many encouraged me with warm words, many giving me a gentle smile as they passed by, a lot of attention, and more love than…

  • Fading Into the Crowd

    It is so easy to fade away into a crowd. We all fade in and out of existence. Some call it standing in a crowd or being a stranger to those around us. We live invisible lives in the public eye but it doesn’t exclude our private lives. Friends forget…

  • Astrology after Death

    The laptop closes after I finish doing some more online shopping. My basket was filled with herbal medicine, hair dye, grey led pencils, and tarot cards. It seems to be everything I had on my list of things I wanted to buy for today. The pencils I already have sit…

  • Footsteps (Submitted by Juicy McBurger)

    It was the sound of tiny feet padding across the carpet which woke me from my slumber. I smiled. My little girl woke me up this way most days. “Daddy!” she exclaimed as she jumped into bed to give me a cuddle. I squeezed her back. “Are you ok? Your…

  • Forgettable and Forgotten

    I’m in my head And going insane Feel no love Only pain Am I here? Or nowhere at all Who am I? Oh yeah I’m here Known me for years Forget me in a blink of an eye Make me want to cry cos I’m nothing to anyone I’m a…

  • Vivid Murderous Dreams Part 2

    I have the bathtub running as I plug my shaver into the power point. The person in the mirror is a shadow hidden behind the faces of those facing death every moment of the day. They change and pass by me quickly in vivid blurs. I see and hear everything…

  • Criminal Alibi

    ‘What the fuck is this about? I haven’t seen you in months and now the police want to bring me in for questioning. Whatever you’ve done, I want no part of. Jesus, you are stupid!’ The line is silent for a moment. Sean is lost for words and letting me…

  • The Philosopher (Submitted by Juicy McBurger)

    There is only one thing you can do with a degree in philosophy, and that is teach philosophy. The warning of my late parents echoed in my head. Turns out they were only half right. I can’t teach anything without a teaching degree, so I actually can’t do anything. Except…

  • Death Wish

    No one would care if I died. I don’t have the money or media attention to mean anything when I’m dead. Sure, my family may care for a little while, but who cares? I haven’t made a blip of a difference on this planet and I’ll go as if I…

  • Vivid Murderous Dreams Part 1

    All this blood on my hands, from crimes I never committed! The terrors that haunt my sub-conscience through the early hours of the morning, when the world is still dark. The streetlights beneath my apartment illuminate my room, barely. The screams wail in my ears of victims I’ve never met.…

  • Hindsight From Death

    Looking back on life I have a lot of regrets. I never thought I would die with regrets. I even regret dying with regrets. I lost all the people I love and that loved me back. I wish I told more people how much I appreciated them being in my…

  • In Order to Survive

    Everyone in here has their story. Not many call us survivors. More along the lines of murderers. But when you put us all together, we need to survive at the hands of the other inmates. My story goes like this: My mother had died six weeks prior to me committing…

  • Bus Blues

    Years of marriage gone in an instant. The love of my life. I’m sitting at the nearest bus stop to home, attempting to get fresh air and process the news. I feel utterly alone that Brenda is gone, lifeless, and a million miles apart from me. I want to hold…

  • Rewriting memories

    You think this would begin like many stories with a book opening. ‘Once Upon A Time’. This is not that story. I was given this book from my grandmother before she died and told to never open it in the presence of others. It was a magic book. From the…