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Hold ItIt's like holding your breath for a minute.Hold It by HopelessCase
If you haven't experienced that sensation, go ahead and try it now since you've got nothing to lose and it'll help you better understand the story.
That first twenty seconds is like a walk in the park. Like, gosh, I didn't know I was so gifted at holding my breath. I am the best.
Then about halfway through it, you start feeling a pressure, right? Not exactly a panic, but you are just waiting for the moment when you can just start breathing again-- like normal.
Just five seconds after that you start panicking a little. Oh, god it has only been five seconds how am I going to handle twenty-five more seconds of this? Because now every second feels like your lungs are starting to collapse a little.
Every second is a struggle to not breathe, to go against nature just to reach an arbitrary goal of sixty seconds. And every second feels like an abomination; you shouldn't be feeling this pressure, you should be enjoying oxygen intake like a regul
Simple OperationHe hated himself for sitting so frozen. "It's really a simple operation, Jig," he said. "It's not really an operation at all." He was totally still except for his mouth it felt like.Simple Operation by HopelessCase
The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on. She was blank and hidden. Her voice was surprisingly strong despite having been silent for what seemed to be hours and hours as she said and not asked, "And you think then we'll be all right and be happy."
"I know we will. You don't have to be afraid. I've known lots of people that have done it." He didn't. He knew one person who had but he never met her. There was silence again. The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table.
He so fervently wished it never happened. He also wished he could move, but moving before she did seemed like it would be going against the laws of nature. Apples falling upward seemed more probable at that point.
The very moment he was convinced she had turned into stone, she looked up at him
WantI want him.Want by HopelessCase
This rapt and
That pine, that perish
we all know.
I want him to hum into my ear,
beneath my ceiling of stucco.
I want him to stop
me, with arms
so his head can rest
at the base of
my neck on
I want him to reach for my hand
his quiet movement from a calm
I want him to map out trails
skin as we lay
discussing the texture of linen.
I want him to sing to himself
as he walks calmly
I want him to smile against my
chest because my
hand in his
hair lulls him
I want him to photograph
an instant, a
subtle blur of a smile
so he'll have a
moment to keep.
I want him to look at me and even
if it's just for a drop
in an sea of hours:
nothing else in
A Deep Narrow Road_1My left eye cracks open, and immediately I raise an arm to shield against the harsh light. The one eye roves over my current surroundings.A Deep Narrow Road_1 by rimsky
Tatami flooring. Violet seating cushions. A short table. A small yet sturdy looking tansu chest. Opaque shoji doors. Who knows whats on the other side. The walls are a warm shade of auburn.
I lie back, comfortable on the futon.
My right eye finally decides to partake in the viewing. A tired hand instantly runs through my hair. An old subconscious habit.
Theres a large window to the right of the futon. The curtains do nothing against the sunlight. It pours in freely, almost happily.
Squinting as I sit up, I hear footsteps. Slow and steady. Confident and secure. They stop, and theres suddenly a frail shadow behind the shoji doors. In a fast and purposeful movement, they fly open.
My savior stands before me.
You look terrible, kozou. Well thats a nice introduction.
The old man saunters in carrying a tra