I write short story’s and sometimes poems. I’m also into a lot of different fandoms. I have horrible grammar and I need to learn how to write less depressing stuff…
I write short story’s and sometimes poems. I’m also into a lot of different fandoms. I have horrible grammar and I need to learn how to write less depressing stuff…
I smiled at my newest patient. She smiled back. We exchanged our thanks and she left. Suddenly another person barged in, without warning. I recognized her as a patient’s sister from 4 years ago. I mean, she hadn’t really changed. At all.
“You! Do you even realize what you did to my brother!? He’s dying!” She yelled.
“What? If he is, I can try to help hi-.”
“No! You’re only gonna make everythin...
I grabbed my sister’s hand, pulling her toward the edge of the cliff. She nods slowly then, we take a leap of faith into the darkness. She gives me the look of, “what the hell did we just do?” As if I read her mind, I shrugged. She groaned and we suddenly stop falling.
“What the frickidy frack!?” I yell. We were floating. Mid air. I look at her, extremely scared.
“Shh! I’m trying to figure out i...
“Hey, chill out. Just pay me back and you’ll be fine. Remember, you have 2 days.” I gulped. I don’t have money, I’m gonna die!
“Okay, got it. Remind me, how much do I need to give you?” I said while trying to keep my voice from shaking.
“One-thousand,” he said.
“One-thousand…?” I started to get goosebumps.
“Dude, are you cold right now?” I shook my head.
-2 days later-
I sat in my bedroom...
In a world where nobody cared about each other, we still can’t show signs of sadness. Whether someone calls you stupid or hits you no sadness will be shown. It’s sad, only babies can cry. They learn about it in school so once they’re 9 years old they’ll follow the rules. It was the day after my 9th birthday. No one celebrates birthdays here. I cried my eyes out. Next thing I know, I didn’t have th...
“Ouch!” Ugh…my head hurts so bad! I open my eyes to see myself, not home. Where am I?? I stand up slowly, taking my time to look around. I’d never seen anything like the place I was at before. It was a busy street with people of all different types. Some were tomboy-ish and some wore soft colors. Girls had short hair and boys had long hair. This was…strange? Back at home, people were separated int...
“Hey, Mel!”
“Huh? Yes?”
“Can you…perhaps…-“
“Is this another favor? Look, I really can’t. I have a full schedule and I don’t want to do it anyway-“ I got cut off by her pushing me to the ground. She growled like an angry lion who hadn’t eaten in days.
“Yes! You will!” She yelled back at me.
“Look, I don’t know if you were just raised wrong but, I am not a toy to be used!” She gasped as if n...
Once upon a time there were 2 buddies. Well, they were WAY more than buddies. They loved each other. They loved each other like their lives depended on it! One of them loved roses. He loved them so much he would make rose chains. He was way taller than the other guy. The other guy always wore one in his left ear. His left ear only. They met under the moon. When they met it was full. When they par...
Imagine being selected as the tribute this year. Couldn’t be me…. They have a little twist today though. They said this year they would let us bring one thing from home. From the moment I got selected I knew what I wanted to bring. I wanted to bring,
A toothbrush. You can get so many things on the wild but you cannot get a toothbrush. Imagine bringing a toothbrush into the hunger games. Couldn’t ...
This is based on a true event from my mom’s perspective.
My daughter stood in the hallway. She had eyes full of guilt. She walked silently to her room when she heard me yelling. She stopped and looked at her sister’s door. She opened her mouth to say something only to stop herself. She put her hand on the door handle.
“You’re turning into your sister. Just know, it’s not ‘cool’ to be sad. It’s n...
“Let’s play a game…yeah?” I said.
“W-what type of game? She asked fear filling her voice.
“You answer questions. For every question you get wrong the more blood you loose.”
“How? How do I lose blood?”
“It depends,” I said. She nodded knowing she has no choice. I smirked.
“Okay, so let’s start easy. How many siblings do you have?” I asked
“I have 1. I have 1 sibling,” she answered.
“Oof…wron...