“Hey!” He runs up to you, face flushed and slightly out of breath. “God, you walk fast. Didn’t you hear me calling for you to wait up?”
“Oh no, I did.” You increase your pace slightly, but he lopes on easily next to you.”
“So then what’s the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter. Nothing at all.”
“Sure seems like something’s wrong.”
“Well I said nothing’s wrong-” He cuts you off midsentence and midstride...
It wasn’t until I was twelve that I realized some people wanted to leave a mark on this world after they’re gone. And it isn’t such a crazy idea, it just never occurred to me.
To me, being in the background was where I was happiest. A place where I could just exist. It wasn’t that I didn’t seek attention, it just never found me. I cherish the memories I’ve made and the people I’ve love.
So as I ...
Whenever I feel forgotten, I remember that Amelia Earhart had a co-pilot. But of course, no one cares about him. Fred Nunan’s story will forever just be a footnote to someone else’s story.
In a way, that’s a pretty good description of high school. Anyone that doesn’t achieve something better than average is forgotten.
So standing at my high school graduation, as a nobody and nothing, I ask mysel...
The District 2 tribute chose to bring a bit of string in the form of a friendship bracelet. This was to no one’s shock. Even though the reaping was supposed to be random, when it came to District 2, the prettier you were the more likely you were to be chosen. Following the trend of tributes past, of course the petite blonde girl brought a sentimental token of a childhood best friend. “She’ll make ...
The alarm clock goes off. The insecent beeping makes its way even through my pillow. With a loud groan, I roll over and slam my fist into the top of the clock. This does nothing but hurt my hand and send the alarm clock crashing to the floor. It seems to get louder, just to spite me. Mumbling curses under my breath, I get up out of bed and silence the alarm clock.
“Take that,” I grumble to my empt...
“Stop!” I wail. A plaintive, mourning, cry erupts from my throat. The sound digs deep into his skin. I can see it in his face. He doesn’t stop.
“Please,” I break into renewed sobs. He drives the knife deeper into my chest. The noise that I hear can’t possibly come from my body. Because my body is whole and fine. I once pledged my entire body and being to him. I guess he gets to do with it as he l...
We used to be friends. At least, I thought we were.
The first time I remember seeing him was right after his momma died. Suddenly, there I was, and there he was, just playing with his blocks. He didn’t say anything for a while, and neither did I. We just sat in comfortable silence until he asked me if I wanted to help him build his city, Olliopolis. That started what I thought would be a forever ...
Cliff was on the edge of doing something. He wasn’t sure yet, but gosh darn and golly gee he was going to do something.
Having been a self proclaimed pushover his entire life, Cliff’s entire life had been dictated by the people around him. When he was young, his parents decided what sports he was to do, what classes to take. Later his friends decided who he was to hang out out with, even which gi...
You haven’t thought about him in a while. But now that your old injuries have started to heal, you decide it’s time. Time to return to him.
So, you pick up the phone and dial the familiar number. Even though it’s no longer scrawled across your hand like it was the first time you met, your fingers are sure. As though they could never forget.
He picks up on the first ring.
“Hello?” You start. Yo...
This stranger in the street
Cries with the skies
Betrayed, like the flowers strewn around their feet
This stranger in the street
Stares for hours at the flowers
Shrunken, like the light above the horizon
This stranger in the street
Lights a candle already a stub
Alone, like the lullaby left in the air
So tell me
Who is the stranger in the street
If yesterday was never our friend...
