Rambler's Society
Bio
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
Stories (92/0)
The best memory
They say love is worth a thousand words. It might be one of the most powerful things known to any human. Love can save lives, take lives away, destroy countries, and build cities taller than the eye can see. It lives in our hearts and mind, sliding past our lips and blinding our eyes. Love will set you free, or maybe it'll take away your every last breath.
By Rambler's Society2 years ago in Humans
The nerves of steel
Ignorance and overall lack of consideration for others in any form. Tolerance. What is tolerance? The ability to give no care to a situation. Maybe just a little care. An inkling of a care. The light at the end of the tunnel and you just have to see it care. Tolerating it, you, them. Tolerance at its finest sifted through the vast ocean of small talk, the forest of surrounded by the trees, and finely tuned by the biggest smiles but quietest mouth.
By Rambler's Society2 years ago in Poets
Fall chills
Pulling back my less-than-fresh sheets and flinging my resting legs, I stare. Amazed by the human's internal clock. How little it knows and how fast it learns. The cold that stalked me throughout the night nips and pinches at my skin. It begs, it wants my warmth. What remains of my cocoon is slowly falling into its trap. My enticing bed begs me to return, to save it from the stealthy killer.
By Rambler's Society2 years ago in Fiction
If money wasn't a concern...
Honestly, things wouldn’t necessarily be different. I would only be able to buy more things. Maybe I’d buy a house, but I’d still have my morning routine. I don’t need a fancier car. So what if I buy a nicer computer? I’d still be playing the same games.
By Rambler's Society2 years ago in Poets
Happiness is...
Peace. To be happy is to be at peace. If your peace is the chaos and destruction of everything around you, then you’re happy. Is hiding away from everyone and everything until not even the smallest of mice could find you your type of peace, that’s when you’ll be happy.
By Rambler's Society2 years ago in Poets
Dear past me...
I don’t know where you are, but I hope you’re taking care of yourself. You haven’t done the best job of that in the past. I’ve made huge strides to separate myself from that life, your life. The drinking, the drugs, the lack of sleep. Maybe it’s because I’m older than you. I’m too old for it now.
By Rambler's Society2 years ago in Poets