A Collection of WTF (Well That's Fantastic) Stories and Comix
I woke up in the street, with a clean slate. But is a clean slate always what one wants? Everything that I had, was gone. Disappeared. Forever lost. As I walked around, memories came back. Blood on the sidewalk. Screaming. And a knife. The memories came back not as a fond embrace, but a cold…
I am screaming. All my worries, pains, and regrets are flying out into the world in the form of sound. How is it, that something so powerful can be transferred into mere waves, that travel in the air, and end up spreading out, never to be heard again. The music of my cello bounces all…
The wall is painted red, or so they claim. It could be strawberry juice, or blood. But everyone thinks, knows, that it’s red paint because that’s what they were told. I am told that we are the good guys, fighting for justice, to make the world a better place. But don’t the “bad” guys think…
**Again, this is also an experimental story/rant. Feel free to comment what you think of it, so I can refine my writing skills. Now, enjoy!** It’s talk that’s irrelevant. Yeah, I’m going to start off with that point. Small talk, is useless and awkward, so why do people do it? I mean, all it does…
They came from space. They left to space. Did they really come? Or were they always there? Were they true? Or figment of the human mind? Truths And Lies. I can’t tell the difference.
**Okay, so this story is a bit experimental because it is different from my normal writing. You might see a few more of these types of stories {more like rants} if people like them. Please just tell me whatever you think of it in the comments. If it’s 100% trash, don’t be afraid to say…
Drippity Drip The rain falls down, The screams ring out, And the Scarlet drops slip down. Drippity Drip The man leaves the scene, Tears falling down, And the Body dripping blood From where it lay. Drippity drip Rain falls down, Tears roll down, And the Eulogy runs long.
1 The colors around me are gone. My voice is gone. My control is gone. Everything is gone. No, not everything. I am still here. I can hear, smell, and feel. I’ve just lost control of my body. “Yes ma’am, she can probably hear us. I need you to remember, she’s not dead, just in…
May we be parted by a wall, an ocean, another friend, or even death, we will still be friends, at least deep down inside we will. There is something that connects us, something that is fundamental and defining to the human race. It is a powerful link, that without, one wouldn’t be human. They would…
Last night, my late grandpa came to visit me. The few memories I had of him were fond, and were rekindled last night. He came, and told me how proud he was of me and that although he left, he was still there watching me from above. But he couldn’t stay, as nothing lasts forever.…