A little ringing in my ear. If I listen to it, it sings louder, over, under, and through the little holes of my ear. There’s a tiny TV playing a tinny song. A little choir in my ear, with one-note songs. They sing on, on, on, maybe until I’m gone.
Will Loop is currently homeless and enjoys spending time at his local library.
Her self awareness came with a price. The more she mused over her existence, and what it means to exist, the less sense everything made.
What was I before? And what’s to become of me after?
Fear and sorrow immediately followed the realization that any moment could be her last.
Pontius Paiva often ponders the meaning of life. Until he finds the answer he can be found at pontiuspaiva.com.
I stayed up all night. The stars kept their promise. I thought all I could think, and yet I could think of nothing except how I was deeply changed, as the light of the slowly rising sun subtly transformed the blindness of the dark horizon into something more than morning.
Todd is an amateur Writer and Poet, and an aspiring Artist; he often times finds himself awake in the wee hours, hoping for some sort of inspiration.
There were a thousand of us. We no longer understood the dichotomy of existence. We lined up in front of the wall, found a hole, and began to slide our fingers in and out as if we had real chance of digging our way through.
Heartbroken, we yearned to remember.
Alex Noel is a writer. He lives in Montreal.