Comments on: rattle

By: Miss Alister

Miss Alister — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:58:36 +0000

A persistent rattle. “What IS that?!” Bunny wondered. She cocked her air-brushed head, tried to narrow down the source of the sound. A door handle? a window latch? a snake’s tail? the old man’s teeth? or his bones? or Oh God not the death rattle! Bunny sprung from her chair, started toward the bedroom door. Just past the dresser, she stopped. She slid the top drawer open, saw her vibrator jigging around her peek-a-boo bras. “Oh silly me!”

By: Mel

Mel — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:47:35 +0000

Snakes and babies.

By: Omnix

Omnix — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:34:42 +0000

His body smashed the wardrobe in the hall. Rattle was so loud, it woken up all of them. “They are coming.” Gin whispered, shaking “We are all going to d…”. He had no possibility to end up his sentence, as silver sword pierced his throat ripping his vocal chords into pieces.

By: Laura

Laura — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:31:30 +0000

His screaming voice rattles the sleeping household with two severely hungover women and a teenage girl who hasn’t seemed to get nearly enough sleep.
“Pancakes! Get up and let’s get breakfast!”
I sigh in my pillow as this fifty year old man throws a temper tantrum like a child, disturbing the little sleep I received.

By: Domiknitrix

Domiknitrix — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:25:29 +0000

there you are, bouncing around in my thoughts
you rattle like a serpent
but there’s no threat there
only an ache, a silent scream
ceaseless, endless
always present,
always desperate
ever mindful of your place in my mind, in my heart
making your claim on my soul

By: Moylin

Moylin — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:23:13 +0000

His brain was blank. Nothing. Zilch. Maybe a cigarette would help. What’s wrong? Nothing. Nothing, as usual. What’s going on? Artist’s Block? The smoke rolled around… and numbed him. He shivered.

By: Mr.Writesabit

Mr.Writesabit — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:18:39 +0000

“We gotta shake rattle and roll!” The prom kings and queens rose on this night to boogie down one more time, before they rested their heads in a dirt grave. Non-survivors from all sorts of prom night disasters came to the Prom of the Undead.

By: Melissa

Melissa — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:09:28 +0000

I see a baby with a rattle. He loves to just listen to the noise it makes and then tries to eat it. To be a baby again would be strange.

By: Rae

Rae — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 16:46:09 +0000

She walked, plodding on with steady feet, never faltering in where she was going. The sound caught her off guard, seemed to come out of no where. The small, shrubby bush by her feet exploded, and she felt the pain from the bite. Tears stung her eyes, water she couldn’t afford to lose. She was going to die out here, alone in the desert.

By: meens

meens — Sat, 14 Apr 2012 16:38:04 +0000

she rattles the bars of the cell. no one approaches,. she’s alone, abandones. and she knows that she’ll die here, that no one will come rescue her. and she’s esigned to her fate, but she cnnot help but try. escape has been her dream since forever, but its a dream she wont act towards and so she’s stuck here, for good, for ever.