IndubitablyRandom

Have you ever wanted to just dig your hands into great big pile of slush and keep them there until you could no longer feel the bones? Have you ever wanted to run until your feet went numb and your breath felt like razor blades? Have you ever wanted to scream with the whole of your lungs to the roar of the ocean until your throat bled? Ever wanted to take one giant leap to numbness by going through that small bit of pain? Or a single leap through numbness to feel anything? Mankind thrives still, though it’s uncannily superb connection to technology has erased all spontaneous feeling. Every day is filled with the same caliber of joy and

A hushed ringing, so quiet that none of the great, wingless beasts can hear it. So sweet, yet so malicious, that it keeps the subconscious of the gothic souls alight. Giggling,   this minute bell hidden in the sound of even the stillest air, is the beckoning hand of father time. No matter the size of the creature, they manage to hear this two note melody as their cardiovascular muscles freeze. This bell, The sweetest sound of existence, The humming of a butterfly's wings slicing through dust Can only be heard when noisy beating has died. One could suppose it's a cruel joke A narcissistic God putting his toys in the ga

11 Maria wondered if her father's death had been painful to the degree that he had shed a tear, but his face showed no signs of pain. Still on the floor, she took another look at the clock: seven minutes indoors, six minutes with the ambulance still absent from sight. Maria grew furious with these "fast responders". What if her father had not yet died, and instead had fallen down the stairs and was bleeding porously? What if she had been hurt and her father couldn't remember how to help; only to call the ambulance? How could a part of society that's so necessary be such a risky trust system? With the lives of the world at stake, they wait f

5 Daddy's hair was glistening silver now, at the ripe age of seventy-four, but his eyes had never lost their sparkle. Even now, with his heavy lids shielding those gems from the outside world, Maria firmly believed his eyes were still shining. She looked up at the nearby clock to find that it had been five minutes since she had come home, four minutes since she's called the ambulance. Maria played with her engagement ring, one that her fiancé had asked permission to give. She remembered the day she met him, the day she had told her dad all about him. Luke Smith. Her father said that it was one of the most stereotypical names he had eve

A single drop of rain slips from the silvery heavens down to the grey city below. Both sun and moon are nowhere in sight, and the silence of the still air is settling in. "The calm before the storm" they always call it. One could guess it's true… it is, after all, calm, and is also, after all, before a storm. However, the calm that stiffens the air has refrained from touching the minds of the weary slaves to society, as they ever lastingly work for their impossible goals. Suddenly, the trance is broken by the quick cracking of a young woman's black heels as she throws her front door off its hinges and jogs, purse in hand, down the street