It's All About The Story
I waited, hoping Nothing I stayed behind Nothing I keep peeking out the window Nothing I am alone More alone than I have ever been Adrift Abandoned -- again Sad Full of sorrow My health declines My will nearly gone I wait Alone Unwanted Unneeded Unchosen Second, again -- not even Tossed aside Ground underfoot... Continue Reading →
Longing Lost Adrift Alone Unwanted Uncared for Devoid of passion Lacking love Existence, tortured Despair, daily To feel a touch, never again To be desired, forgotten Days of exhaustion Nights without sleep Earth, purgatory, hell all one Escape?
A void Vast Expansive Infinite For some full of hope For me full of loneliness
I write to show the reality of life's injurious lessons. I write to spark conversation. I write to open eyes.
I am in no particular hurry to get to the other side, even with the stress and drain each day places upon my mind and body and soul and spirit. Each night a bit of me dies. Not just due to age, but like many, to forces far beyond control. There are some mornings, like... Continue Reading →
I have never genuinely recovered. Oh, my health did --- but my finances, my ability to love, my courage, my enjoyment for the day --- they are all gone, stolen by
I endure onward, driven to keep pace with the treadmill hell that is my life.
.....doesn't mean you didn't tell a good story! On the author pages I belong to on social media, I see comments from authors distraught that someone gave their writing a negative review. In a profound way, when I read these comments, it pains me. When someone reviews a story, the odds are their review does... Continue Reading →
I had always believed living such a great life in my youth was a blessing. Now that I am older and realize my life will never be that great again; it has become a curse. Right out of high school, I began what was believed to be a grand adventure. I joined the navy with... Continue Reading →
Rain strikes upon the glass Wind howls throughout the room My essence departs Along the gust it rides Yours it seeks Together again they join The passage of time – not relevant The distance between us – erased The realities of life which separate us – gone Our souls no longer cry out into the void... Continue Reading →
Another question from my interview with Jim Riley was why I chose to write in first person. The answer is simple - so the reader can easily insert him or herself into the story. We probably can all see a bit of the main character in ourselves. It is easier to understand that main character... Continue Reading →
I write short, and novelette length, stories because I am heavily influenced by both Poe and Hemingway. I like to tell a concise story, one that can be completed in one or two sittings. Additionally, in today's day and age, it is more advantageous for the reader to purchase, download and finish reading all in... Continue Reading →
It isn't about the number of words the author writes --- It is about the story the author tells with the number of words written
I spent much of my younger years as a vagabond, it is the life to which my very soul was drawn. While not looking. I found someone. That person claimed a desire to move with me. However, over time it was apparent she did not share my wanderlust. Sadly, I had become accustomed to a... Continue Reading →
Faithfully Unfaithful -a short story © 2016 by Scono Sciuto All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Printed in the United States of America. Contact... Continue Reading →
© 2017 A Father by Scono Sciuto All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. A Father by Scono Sciuto It is so close to the... Continue Reading →
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I am going to keep this review short and to the point. I don’t want to give any of the plot away. This is a story one MUST experience. Chris Hall weaves a wonderful, fanciful and fantastical tale. I deliberately read only one or two chapters a night, because as much as I wanted to... Continue Reading →
I have been ensconced in a loveless, sexless, passionless relationship for so many years, I have lost track. I accept it as part of the choices I have made, a lifeless existence into which I am now trapped. I know it has impacted me. It has caused me to me bitter. It has brought me... Continue Reading →
Racing heart Shallow breathing Rapid rise and fall of chest Throbbing temples Voices from nowhere Sounds from everywhere Facial tics Muscles cramp Unanswered prayers to a cruel diety Only one escape possible Courage lacking Life not worth living Death, almost welcomed
It has passed The good that was life, no more Existing has replaced living Sorrow instead of joy Loathing, no more love
I thought it was the answer I thought it was the escape Sorrow, loss, lack of joy Sadness, loneliness, desperation My anger -- irrational My rage -- misdirected There was no one to turn Because I did not look There was no hand to take Because I did not reach No one understood Because I... Continue Reading →
A child full of hope A child full of innocence Into the world trusting Into the world wide-eyed On day one begins the torture On day one begins the torment The child steps onto school grounds in fear The child steps onto school grounds full of terror To themselves the child keeps the pain To... Continue Reading →
Of hospital incompetence, I kept quiet. If only I said something, anything. What I thought could not be true. One word, if only spoken. She would still be here. GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT GUILT Each... Continue Reading →
stress anxiety fear sorrow regret despair loneliness heartache sadness self-loathing humiliation torment emptiness hollow void
You hurt me today You returned — into my life We seduced one another Again — I fell in love You hurt me today Your passions at home — unfulfilling To me you turned — wanting Lustful needs — yearning You hurt me today Your wanton sexual desire — now fulfilled My love fueled passion... Continue Reading →
Until a few years ago, I was a motivated and positive person. Even as life continued to beat my ass to the ground, I genuinely believed no matter the situation, that dedication, perseverance and hard work would yield some type of positive result. I have come to understand that there is no greater cruelty than... Continue Reading →
...there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not. https://youtu.be/4kW3g-5Ico4 #bully, #ptsd, #suicide, #damaged “Who am I?” I am an independent, self-published teller of tales, an author of scarcely any renown. However, as a storyteller, I know who I am, and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable. I invite you to... Continue Reading →
I finally understand why people live in the past – for some of us, it is the only place where remnants of happiness yet exist.
So long since I have been touched. So long since I have touched another. So long since I have shared an emotion. Absence of physical contact. Absence of emotional support. Absence of tenderness, kindness, passion, love or lust. In a crowd, I am alone. In life, I am alone. Always, I am alone. Every... Continue Reading →
...I looked up and saw rock bottom.
When a former military person realizes that, for some reason, cowardice has replaced courage, the new normal is a bleak, unforgiving darkness which not even the brightest light can hope to penetrate. For every one person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not. It is those stories which I... Continue Reading →
Hope is what the cruel promise and that to which the desperate cling.
Perhaps one of the biggest cons in life is believing in the future. We attend school, for the future. We save money, for the future. We work hard, for the future. So focused on preparing for the future, we forge chains that will not hold us in death, but hold us in life. We become... Continue Reading →
Dedicated to those who could no longer survive, and to those who remain behind, and have no choice but to do so.
Alarm blares. Body resists. Another day. Reasons? None. Life? Worthless. Sloth. Alcohol. Gluttony. Purpose? None. Happiness? Never. Peace? Eventually? “Who am I?” I am an independent, self-published teller of tales, an author of scarcely any renown. However, as a storyteller, I know who I am, and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable.... Continue Reading →
...and can't be repaired with bullshit positive platitudes. The cage is real. The trap inescapable. The hell more than forever. The social media pop-psychologists are out in full force. The self-righteous self-helpers offer unsolicited words with only one purpose --- to give themselves a superior sense of self. Lacking even a single request, they offer... Continue Reading →
...of a life unrealized ...of dreading the morning ...of fearing sleep to the point of sleeplessness ...of days wasted ...of potential not fulfilled ...of being used ...of having no options ...of having no one to turn ...of being unloved ...of being unwanted ...of being trapped ...of having no escape ...of enduring each and every day... Continue Reading →
Pain physical Pain emotional Both heal Both scar My love deep My love sincere Each day I awakened early hours just to speak Cherishing a few moments to simply hear your voice Without hesitation, when another beckoned, I was disconnected My heart shattered The broken pieces, crushed Rejected Tossed aside In the storm I cry... Continue Reading →
Alone On the porch Morning coffee Eyes fall shut Dream? Breathing rapid Skull, searing scream Chest muscles fluttering Heartbeat suddenly silent Gasping for air Head quiet All stops Adrift A black ocean Emptiness Silence No Joy No Anger No sadness No glee No panic No calm No fatigue No energy No gates of pearl No... Continue Reading →
Pointless We rise early, work late, toil under enormous burden for what -- to purchase "things" we don't need -- nor have the time to enjoy Meaningless We work hard, skimp on breaks and vacations, follow the capitalist model -- our labor and goodwill, exploited and unappreciated -- all for another's gain Sleepless Our work... Continue Reading →
The most powerful part is the imagery at the very end of the video -- watch it to the end. The message is unspoken, poignant -- and tragically, forgotten.
Wake up flat Not happy Not sad No anticipation No dread The day will pass No particular hurry Absent urgency Chained to valueless toil The damaged shuffle Scraping scraps of meager meaning Tightly holding on Courageous is the struggle To maintain To not take the step To not become the broken I write of the... Continue Reading →
Am I the only person who wakes up every morning and says "Well, I am still in purgatory." "Jesus Christ -- How many more days of atonement must I serve?" I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not... Continue Reading →
As a boy, everything I began I quit. As a man, once commenced, I never ceased. Often, to my detriment, I battled to no longer be called “quitter" The result was the same --- more failure than success. I turned my back on my calling. I followed the path of others. Education, career, marriage. The result was the... Continue Reading →
Day becomes night -- despair Night becomes day -- dread Stressed -- always Lied to -- daily Betrayal -- constant In relationships -- yet forsaken Crowds -- still alone Joy -- gone Happiness -- forgotten The present -- misery The future -- hopeless The past -- tightly clung Appreciated -- not Each day -- only... Continue Reading →
