The wounded, primal sound of a man's guttural screaming over the loss of his child rips the breath from my lungs and confounds my optimist's mind. It's only when the screaming stops and I catch my breath. that I realize the man screaming is me.
They look so peaceful, like they could just be asleep. The only thing that proves otherwise is the empty pill bottle and the note written in their messy scrawl.
With one last tiny meow, his only reason for living is quickly fading. I don't know if my heart can take it??
I like that one, but that may be because--given its first person perspective--it comes across as a rather humorous lament. Like the kind of thing you'd expect as indirect discourse by Wile E. Coyote after another in a long series of mishaps.
Rose glazed at her reflection when a prince came to her side, kneeled, asked, and she said yes. When he vanished Rose sighed and thought, if only I had said yes to him, not to my reflection.
If we're offering edits, I'd suggest shorter and more active: "Her things were gone but her ring sat on the table. The air still smelled of her perfume." IMHO.
(Loosely related to a short story I wrote.) Many humans have devoted their lives to achieving immortality. They do not yet realize the worst feeling in the world; knowing everything you touch will soon die.
My father was a firefighter raising 6 kids and supporting his wife through her growing depression. My father was working on 9/11.
He had to ride a train to Birmingham, it was the very last step to meet his lover. But alas, he has no money to his name. (true story, story of me XD)
Jason's daughter lay in the hospital bed after months of being sick. He held her hand and kissed it gently as he watch her soul leave the plain.
I left the shadowed recesses in my home after making sure the man was gone, to seek refuge in my mother's arms. Only, I found nothing more than an abyss of feigned ignorance, callousness, and disdain.
Ah, the magic of the comma. Unless you insert one after "gone", the sentence literally reads that it was "the man" who sought refuge. But then, that would be even sadder,
I reflect back and realizes that all the time lost and sacrifices made was not required and neither acknowledged.
Jane flipped on the dim light in her trailer, watched hundreds of cockroaches skitter into hiding, and stared down at her dinner plate of Spam sandwiches on moldy bread. She wished she had someone to talk to, but she hadn't left her trailer in over a year.
My Grandma had always told me I was useless as a psychic, since the only thing I was able see was my future. Today I couldn't see even that anymore.
The tiny bathroom of my thrift store had a sign that clearly said, "Do not use the toilet." A customer emerged from the restroom, having tried on several pairs of pants and shirts and confidently assured me that he didn't use the toilet.
For my whole life I was climbing mountains of stone-hearts and swimming through seas of tears, all just to find, that she has been always in my heart, and to kiss her lips one last time. Farewell, my greatest love.