Stories by Richard Paranoia, by newest first

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  • Live
    I hate them. The people that just… live. They see the game, learn the rules, and then play it. They watch the commercials, take in the propaganda, and buy the product. They flow down the mainstream until their brains are
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, on Mar 12 12:55 PM. In Life
  • Old Buddies
    I miss Batman. 1
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, on Mar 1 12:47 AM
  • Tweens, Teens, and Beautiful People
    Oh no, oh no, oh no. Dropped like a rotten apple core into the acid bath in the pit of my stomach. Thick, red throat and quivering forsaken arms. Chicken legs crossed with a cold wind blowing across bony feet. The nauseou
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, on Feb 21 12:53 PM
  • Clock Tower
    Somewhere at the top of the world, a clock tower bell rang. It was noon on a lovely Spring morning, with all the green plants yawning toward the sun and all the white birds returning to their nests after a busy morning of wo
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, on Nov 21 8:18 PM 2008
  • Nonconformist
    Well. It’s always the same, isn’t it? I see the pictures. Attractive people. Attractive guys surrounded by girls. Yes, it matters how the girls look. They’re all smoking hot. They’re all beautiful. They’re all in love
    by Richard Paranoia 300 words, 1 comment, on Nov 13 12:47 AM 2008. In Social structure
  • Shuffling
    It bothers me and I’d like to say it doesn’t happen to me, but it does. In High School I developed a loner’s eye. From the outside I was
    by Richard Paranoia 400 words, 2 comments, on Nov 9 11:21 PM 2008. In , High school
  • Funeral
    Please help me bring our friendship back from the dead. I’m sitting here with my photo albums, trying to tear our friendship out of the past. You tell me that we’re still friends, great friends, best friends. But my daily,
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Oct 28 12:34 AM 2008. In Friendship
  • Melancholy Girl
    Melancholy girl, well that’s just too bad. 1
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Sep 21 11:38 AM 2008. In Pressure
  • Fish Bowl
    Lonely, empty fish bowl.1
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, on Sep 12 2:34 PM 2008. In Nautical
  • Contacts
    For years and years I couldn’t see while wet. Upon land, with my legs placed firmly on the ground and my spectacles resting on my nose, I had 20-20 vision. But as soon as my legs took me into the shower or down to the lake,
    by Richard Paranoia 500 words, 1 comment, on Sep 7 9:36 PM 2008
  • The Sluagh
    “A foul wind blows tonight.” 1
    by Richard Paranoia 1600 words, 5 comments, on Aug 22 11:24 PM 2008. In Mythology
  • Disney
    You see me every day on the Disney channel, censored and edited to be unbiased, inoffensive, and uninteresting. The gags go on and on. Each episode is chock full of predictable jokes and a laugh track to boot. I know my ow
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, 3 comments, on Aug 14 9:49 PM 2008. In Reality
  • How It Is
    The guys puke up profanities and the girls giggle. The girls get hit on and they giggle. They get advances from sleazy guys and they giggle some more. They get date raped and they stop giggling. There’s more than one way
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 4 comments, on Jul 20 12:21 PM 2008. In Misfortune
  • Hazel Eyes
    One lazy summer day, I’d hear a knocking, a rapping on my bedroom window. It could be any day; it would be every day. Before I could even stumble out of bed, my window slid open and a head of hair appeared. “Swimming at t
    by Richard Paranoia 1100 words, 3 comments, on Jun 30 8:30 PM 2008. In Love
  • The Day
    It's morning, but you hardly notice. Eyes squeezed shut, shifting slowly into consciousness, the wheels in your head turn like prehistoric stones. Rolling around in bed, you give a great yawn and sit up, opening your eyes
    by Richard Paranoia 500 words, 7 comments, on Jun 26 6:44 PM 2008. In Life
  • Clocks
    The clock inside my mind is ticking feverishly while the clock inside my heart is at a standstill. I can't get it to move. My feet won't take me out of this house. My words can't get me away from this isolation. My thoug
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Jun 9 3:32 PM 2008. In Regret
  • School
    I throw the full force of my vote toward a violent change in curriculum. How? I bite my tongue every day so as not to ask people. How long have you been socializing like this? How do you know to act this way around girls
    by Richard Paranoia 500 words, 4 comments, on May 20 9:14 PM 2008. In School
  • Dance
    Except this one matters. It's the second out of two. I missed the first in spite of a strong conformist pull. I'll miss the second as the pull has softened and weakened over the year. My ties to conformism have been worn
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, on May 17 4:12 PM 2008. In Dance
  • Quiet One
    She’s a quiet one, even around most of her friends. Most of them. At school, they don’t call her names right out, but their eyes scream Weirdo, Goth, Emo. She doesn’t much care for tradition or fitting into the norm. Rat
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, on May 4 12:12 PM 2008. In Secret
  • Boiling Pot
    I can hear the whistling of the boiling pot. It grows louder every day. I've built a wall of dirt, of bricks, of steel, but nothing keeps that awful sound out. Day in and day out the pot continues to boil. Everything ins
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, 1 comment, on Apr 28 9:19 PM 2008. In Evolution
  • Casanova
    The Casanova is a fortunate being indeed. He can be a slob, a jerk, an idiot, and a pervert, but girls will still swoon for him. They wi
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Apr 28 4:25 PM 2008. In , Perfection
  • Enough
    Enough. Enough of that. I’m done. It’s over. I’m seeing life from the other side of the hill. I’m on the outside, but I’m not looking in anymore. I’m roaming off. It’s reckless, perhaps, but absolutely necessary. I’v
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, on Apr 27 12:11 AM 2008. In Teen
  • Note
    It’s a strange feeling when you’re caught up in something that you don’t really understand and you know you should salvage it, but can’t. Let me try to explain. I’m listening to birds fighting in a tree outside my window.
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, on Apr 27 12:09 AM 2008. In Note
  • The Estuary
    It was a miserable morning of massive gray clouds and unrelentingly pounding rain. The youth sat atop the side of the bridge, legs dangling, eyes watching the frothy water rushing below. He was soaked to the skin and bone.
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, on Apr 21 5:56 PM 2008. In City, Pollution
  • Little Butterfly
    Weak and still learning to flap it‘s wings, my newly born butterfly barely had a chance to make it off the pit of my stomach before the weight of denial crushed it. But as the girl whom I’ve liked for so long insisted repea
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 3 comments, on Apr 17 6:46 PM 2008. In Love, Regret
  • Barnacles
    Sail away, quickly! Quickly! Godspeed away from this cursed shoreline and away from this unsavory girl. The captain has finally stirred
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, on Apr 8 8:29 PM 2008. In , Regret
  • Magnets
    In this world, two sides exist in everything. Positive and negative magnets of different size, power, and function. One pulls us to sleep and the other pushes us back into consciousness. Positive fills us with hope and li
    by Richard Paranoia 300 words, 2 comments, on Apr 8 5:37 PM 2008. In Conformity
  • Night Time
    As soon as the sun set, my energy began. My internal body clock was bursting with vitality. It wasn’t even close to shutting down for the night. Everyone else in the house was yawning and stretching, slipping into pajamas
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, 1 comment, on Mar 31 8:23 PM 2008. In Childhood
  • Note
    The pen may be mighter than the sword in providing cripling evidence and taking down the man and the company, but when it comes to friendships and relationships, the pen and notepad are nothing but intrusions. If I can’t fi
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, on Mar 30 4:49 PM 2008. In Note
  • Television
    The child sat on the floor in front of the black box with the flashing, colored screen. Visual stimuli was keeping him attached. Voices and pictures of cartoon characters were burned into his memory. 1
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 2 comments, on Mar 18 8:00 PM 2008. In Television
  • The Audacious Goal of Mankind
    As a race, we’ve come a long way in the complicated and subtle arts of killing Mother Earth. Millions of years ago, literally no unnatural damage was being done to the atmosphere, water, and land. Of course, back then the
    by Richard Paranoia 600 words, 4 comments, on Mar 15 10:02 AM 2008. In Satire
  • Adjustment
    It makes me sad when you’re like this. Yesterday, a week ago, a month ago, too long ago I took comfort in the conversations we had. Now when we talk, it’s strained, short, and full of bad feelings. Some dark, gloomy cloud
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Mar 14 10:01 PM 2008. In Change
  • Friendships
    Remember when we used to put our hearts into friendships? It didn’t matter if it was convenient or if you were of the same social class. The rich played with the poor because we didn’t know the difference. If your best fr
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, 1 comment, on Mar 8 9:12 PM 2008. In Childhood
  • High School Sweetheart
    I’ve always wanted a high school sweetheart. Oh, I’m such a sad, sappy sucker. Moaning and sulking through high school with dreams of sugar kisses and hand-holding with a special girl. My dreams were never too high. Real
    by Richard Paranoia 200 words, 1 comment, on Mar 8 9:10 PM 2008
  • Spring Rain
    Life after a Spring rain seems more hopeful. Especially when the rain brings with it the smell of a fresh new beginning, away from the cold, distant igloo life. It melts the frigid snow and carries down heat from the sun,
    by Richard Paranoia 100 words, 1 comment, on Mar 8 9:08 PM 2008. In Spring
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