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http://storywrite.com/comment/by/Bitter%20Ironyby Bitter Irony <100 words, on Aug 11 2:10 PM 2008
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She was smaller than I expected: propped in her chair like a child’s doll, the chains pinning her wrists to the arms seemed to be the only thing holding her up. Her stringy, reddish hair gave shape to her face, a white teard
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I know I can't make you understand. How could you know what it's like to wake up one morning with nothing, literally nothing, no home, no family, no memories...It's like having your heart carved out with a red-hot knife, slow
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At the end of the world, one business is still going strong.by Bitter Irony 400 words, 7 comments, on Dec 3 5:55 PM 2007. In Dark, First person, Flash fiction, Science fiction
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"Wash you these wounds within." This isn't your average hotel lobby.by Bitter Irony 2000 words, 6 comments, on Oct 26 10:03 AM 2007. In Death, First person, Lesbian, Life, Short story, Strange
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kid sister's funeral / we hold her child / loosely
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by Bitter Irony <100 words, on Aug 18 2:19 PM 2007
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Leaning / against the historical marker / two blocks / from the make-out point, / he leans in to me. / His scent of clean leather / enfolds me, / his eyes / enthrall me.by Bitter Irony <100 words, 3 comments, on Jul 19 5:22 PM 2007
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Twilight... / the first star hiding / behind a cloud.
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Every day these walls move in a little closer, / raised plaster prison of watercolors / in black and white and gray / because all the colors washed out / the day you left. / I started crying this morning and
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"It's a pain in the neck, sharing a one bedroom apartment with a man just learning to play the violin," she said, handing the revolver to the evidence officer as the handcuffs closed around her wrists.by Bitter Irony <100 words, 5 comments, on Jun 25 5:48 PM 2007. In Other
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Don't waste your time on a smile / you know I have no need to see. / I feel like I'm standing on trial / for a crime that's been done again
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When we were young, you knew the meaning of every flower. / The first you ever gave me was a yellow chrysanthemum, bowed beneath the weight of its own petals. You left it on my favorite park bench, slipped between the
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I hear the soft thunk of the elevator doors opening, and a slow, confused shuffle as my fellow passengers push out into the hallway. Thoughby Bitter Irony 800 words, 8 comments, on May 23 5:53 PM 2007. In First person, Flash fiction, Other, Romance
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I watch you play this masquerade / / with your own groundless fears. / / A feathered mask can't hide what years / / and sorrow now inva
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I woke up this morning as if from a dream--or a nightmare. Cloud-filtered sunlight fell in a pale ray across my bed, where the fine linen sheets clung to me like spidersilk wrapped around a fly, damp with cold sweat. I sat up and tried to shove them asideby Bitter Irony 1400 words, 8 comments, on May 22 6:35 PM 2007. In Dark, Depression, Fantasy, First person, Other
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He keeps flipping the bookcover, back and forth, back and forth, each tap of his fingers against the glossy cardboard echoing down the library aisles. Back and forth, back and forth as he sits stiffly in the armchair by the curtains that smell like book-bby Bitter Irony 400 words, 7 comments, on May 22 6:23 PM 2007. In Flash fiction, Other, Present tense, Romance, Third person
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I should have painted you on canvas. / I wasted my last one two weeks ago on a watercolor abstract, one of those angry clouds of green andby Bitter Irony 300 words, 13 comments, on May 22 12:16 PM 2007. In First person, Flash fiction, Other
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by Bitter Irony 2800 words, 12 comments, on May 21 8:32 PM 2007. In Distopia, Novel excerpt, Science fiction, Young adult
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