I will slowly be adding new "Vintage" fiction and poetry to Modern Evil, as I get it re-typed. Every "Vintage" piece is from my high school years (or thereabouts), and as made available here is transcribed word-for-word from my originals (with spelling corrected where appropriate), retaining the initial creations in all their inexperienced glory. Future editions may be edited, but the "Vintage" editions will always retain the quality and content of the originals.
You may purchase the entire "Vintage" collection at once (over 10 short stories and over 40 poems) with the following link:
This "Vintage" is a series of five poems I wrote from the perspective of someone committing suicide, during the act. If I can find them, there were a couple of companion short stories that I may add to "Vintage" later. The first, featured below, is perhaps the most humorous of the Suicide poems. Each poem is six stanzas long, and the set costs twelve cents:
Read the first poem:
Falling...
Faster now, five stories to go,
You realize now that soon you'll know
The afterlife that there now lay,
That with forever you will stay.
Speeding..
Quicker you fall, four stories left
You seem to have committed theft,
Stolen your life away from them
Whom loves you now, and loved you then.
Rushing...
Thirty more feet till you touch down,
And like the crowds that gather round,
Anticipation fills your heart
As you fall like a speeding dart.
Feeling...
Twenty feet of air to go by,
And like the birds you seem to fly
Above the ground, so wide and flat,
And then you realize you'll splatt.
Hurting...
Just ten more feet above the ground.
The crowd is silent, without sound.
You hit at an unearthly pace,
You see the street, it hits your face.
Falling... Speeding... Rushing... Feeling... Hurting... Dead
Buy all five to read the rest!
I KNOW UST HOW YOU FEEL.....
BUT I'M NOT DEAD....
