Posts tagged 1000 stories

eternally – 100/1000


“I’ll love you forever.”

“Well, I think forever is a bit too long,” she said, peeling a patch of his greenish skin off his shoulder as they talked.

“But I can be with you forever,” he said.

She touched his face and then grimaced when more skin fell away at her touch, he was rotting right before her eyes.

“I don’t think you’re going to be here much longer, babe,” she said.

“It doesn’t matter what I look like, does it?”

“Well, not so much, but you need to be all in one piece.”

“I think I lost a piece.”… Read the rest

celebration? 84/1000

Her love was gone, but her life had to move on, there was no question in that.

She was young, she was beautiful, she had plenty of time left for things to change.

Maybe they would even change here, at this wedding she was invited to; maybe she’d dance with her future husband, and not even know it.

It was hard watching the other couples twirl and kiss when she had no one to touch, or no one to touch her.

Shouldn’t she celebrate the love she wants the most?

It’s hard when you don’t have nearly what you want.… Read the rest

the ticket home – 83/1000


After the battle, he was lucky make it into the medical tent, let alone get a bed.

He guessed that’s what happens when you lose three limbs in one day; you get special treatment.

With two legs and an arm gone, he wondered whether he would ever walk again.

Nurses and Medics raced between the beds, doing the best they could, but I know a lot of people died that day.

I was one of the lucky ones out in that field, being tended to under the big gray dome of the sky, knowing eventually I’d get to go home.… Read the rest

the snake – 80/1000


He curled around me and squeezed my heart, tightly circled, never letting go.

It was comfortable at first, it felt safe being that snugly held, and I didn’t think twice when the pressure got stronger, when the squeeze started feeling tighter than before.

It’s like they say, you can drop a frog in water and he won’t jump out when it starts to boil, because he gets used to the discomfort.

The pain becomes the one thing that is real, and certain.

I don’t struggle anymore, there’s no use.

He’s got me wrapped in him, and he’ll never let go.… Read the rest

a burden – 79/1000

“Why won’t you tell me about my father?”

“Because the truth is a burden. You’re lucky you don’t remember,” my grandmother says.

“I think I deserve to know where I come from. What if I have family? What if they can tell me important medical information?”

“All I know is you have two brothers and they’re much older than you.”

“Seriously?”

“Don’t ever tell your mother I told you this!”

“Well, what else?”

“Nothing else! If your mother or grandfather knew I was telling you all this they’d blow through the roof!”

“But it’s my life, my story!”

“A burden.”… Read the rest

twisted – 78/1000

“Would you rather go bungee jumping or eat a bowl of live crickets?”

“That’s a really hard decision.”

“I know, but I know how afraid of heights and bugs you are.”

“Is this a hypothetical?”

“No. If you want to move to California, you’re paying for it in fear.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m just the twisted fool you fell for.”

“Pretty twisted you want to see me scared.”

“I want to see how far you’ll go to get what you want.”

“I’ll take the leap. If I die, I won’t have to live with you anymore.”

“Very good decision.”… Read the rest

i’ll see you again – 77/1000


So many people believe in a god or gods who will determine their afterlife.

I had a friend who believed every dead person would rise when Jesus returns.

“How will we all fit? What’ll we eat?”

“There will be plenty for everyone.”

Then the one who believes in reincarnation:

“I met you in this life, and I’ll meet you again.”

That’s what I said as I kissed her forehead before walking away from the last time.

“I love you, Gram, I’ll see you again. I’ll see you again.”

Truth is, I’ll believe in anything not to have to say goodbye.… Read the rest

i love you, gram – 76/1000


When she got there, the room was quiet except for the muffled sobs of her family, who were circling her bed as they had been when she left last night.

She’d already said goodbye three times, but still, she wished she’d been there for her the moment she left this earth, to be there to touch her brittle skin and whisper that she loves her.

Her family had left a seat for her, and she took her grandmother’s withered hand and kissed it for the last time.

“You were the best grandmother a kid could ever have. I love you.”… Read the rest

tolerating it – 75/1000


First she stopped listening to him, because that was the hardest for both of them. No more conversations, no more comfort through words.

Then, he stopped touching her. Or, when he touched her, she felt like he didn’t want to be doing it; it felt hollow and made her feel empty.

So, she worked harder at ignoring him.

She worked hard at caring for him less.

She would not let the more loving one be her.

There’s a day coming when she isn’t going to be able to tolerate it anymore, and she’s going to pack her bags and run.… Read the rest