Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Like a huge shadow on the corner of my eyes,
    Like a cold feeling giving me chills in the boiling summer.
    Playing for time, faking ravishing smiles,
    It is a grey painting with an enticing blood stain.

    There is no road to school, just a way to our amity,
    Fraught with pitfalls, fraught with people;
    Moving like bees all around us,
    Waiting to sting the weakest, waiting to neglect the strongest.

    Will I recognize the sound of this melody,
    Will you remember how silly,
    Were these days like years,
    Were these hours like seconds.

    Reaching each other, cheek against cheek,
    Our gaze stop
    for a second,
    And in a billion of accelerated minutes,
    My friend leaves, silent, blind, mute.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.