simply a phantom

things aren't always as they seem

i feel a familiar sensation i haven't felt in a while. my right hand, twisting, turning, moving, doing what i tell it to do. such a nice feeling. i sit back, sighing. the pain then causes me to sit right back up.

my hand has begun to contort itself too far. i can't get it to go back, it just keeps distorting itself. i wince, the pain growing stronger and stronger. i notice now that the arm is not only in painful postition, it's also several inches too short. i try to get it to stop, but i can't, i really can't, it won't do anything i tell it to do now-

i glance over to it. it's just an empty sleeve, as always. the pain subsides, and i gasp for air. i sink back into my chair, sweating, shaking, like a small child. i try to move my arm again. my stump rises into the air, but the rest of the sleeve just dangles.

Author's Note

so, here's my prose work! i actually hope this is better than my free verse...

Reviews

[Aarea]

This is very good. The language you use here is nice. In way of grammar corrections, though, I should always be capitalized.

[a pas-tel tin/ted sur_reality]

thanks for the review! i'll make note, however, that lowercase writing is an aesthetic of mine and the non-capitalized "I" was a stylistic choice.

[Aarea]

Oh ok, that's fine then. I was starting to wonder if that was a signature move of yours when I noticed it in your other stories. :)

[a pas-tel tin/ted sur_reality]

I have the capability to write in uppercase, as demonstrated by this comment, I just tend to prefer lowercase writing when I have the option. I think it adds a certain dreamlike quality to the text, a shroud of mystery of sorts that makes you question the deeper meaning behind the words...

[Aarea]

Right. That's cool. :)