Aspen Hart

I’m a new author. I’ve only been writing a few months so I hope you enjoy my progress

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Aspen Hart

I’m a new author. I’ve only been writing a few months so I hope you enjoy my progress

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Frozen Sun

Aspen Hart

2 min read

“Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.”

The noise of the alarm rings through my ears. It’s loud enough to shake my whole body awake. I pick up my phone and hit the “stop” button. Getting up in the morning is the hardest part of my day, and my lack of sleep and exhaustion only make it worse.

I pull myself out of the bed, and set my feet firmly on the ground. I rub my eyes and look around. Something feel...

No Chance of Life

Aspen Hart

1 min read

It’s all an awful game.

I’m not sure how it started, or why it happens, but it’s torture.

I lay chained in a bed. I’m not sure how I got here, or why I’m here in the first place, but I’ve been here for hours, playing a “game”. It’s instructions were written on the ceiling.

“60 SECONDS IN A MINUTE. ONE SECOND OUT THE WINDOW. ONE CHANCE OF SEEING IT. NO CHANCE OF LIFE.”

I hear the ...

“Party People”

Aspen Hart

1 min read

“Are you having fun?”

Why would this be fun

I’m not even here willingly—of course it’s not fun.

“Are you okay?”

“Yep!”

Definitely not okay

I don’t want to be here I hate everything about this place.

“Are you Sure?”

Oh shoot they’re catching onto me—Don’t panic.

“Positive. I’m going to go grab a drink.”

Gosh why can’t people just leave me alone

I really don’t feel like talki...

One More Symphony

Aspen Hart

1 min read

M agnificent you are, so beautiful, and wondrous.

U nique you are, diverse in culture, and tune.

S weet is your sound, wether soft, or thunderous.

I mpactful you are, on my life, and my view.

C aptivating you are, your sound enchanting and soothing,

Though it’s rough, the inevitable is true.

D evastated I am, to know that one day I’ll lose you.

E mpty I will be, when my hearing leave...

A Thorny Rose

Aspen Hart

1 min read

Their eyes were warm like honey,

She always thought this true.

Their voice like was a sweet, warm spring,

Tearing into you.

I hope she sees what I saw,

Since the first time they spoke.

Though their voice is so soft and sweet,

Their words are all a joke.

They used their eyes to tear her down,

With their hazy, lemony gaze.

They used her, abused her, for the fun,

For months upon weeks upon days.

S...

A Special Chef

Aspen Hart

1 min read

I wake up, and my eyes droop with exhaustion. Despite sleeping in silk sheets and a queen sized mattress, I had another sleepless night. I heard my alarm ringing, practically shaking my body.

I force myself from my bed, and slip on some slippers. My feet make the “sch.. sch..sch” noise as I drag myself to the bathroom. I do the daily necessities: Brush Teeth, apply some makeup, put on casua...

Missing Piece

Aspen Hart

1 min read

I lay, staring at a white plastered wall. The room was dead silent, and empty. The only thing alive in here was me.

My memory of you is never dull. I can still see your face, and hear your voice. Your laugh, a sweet ringing that echos in my heart. A laugh that has not rung in so long.

It doesn’t hurt like it used to. When I think about you, I almost feel numb. My brain is empty, my body...

Inside The City

Aspen Hart

1 min read

“C’mon Oceana,” I call out. A girl about a foot shorter than her doorframe stepped out from the dome shaped house. She briskly walked from board to board toward me. I smile wide and opens my arms for a hug. Without hesitation, she walks right past me.

“We can’t be late, Porter.” She jumps from bridge to bridge. They sway from her force in each step. Disappointed, I walk after her. She begins...

Internal Storm

Aspen Hart

1 min read

Earthquakes no longer feel so foreign to my body,

I haven’t felt a sense of peace in years.

Thoughts begin to overwhelm me like a deadly wave,

But I’ve learned with time I can’t control them.

Now Hurricanes do not phase me as they used to do,

They blow through my head nearly every day.

As they force into me when I amble past my peers,

I already know who will win the fight.

Volcano e...

Alone

Aspen Hart

1 min read

The sky blurs red above me, and the sun blazes in my eyes. My hair is matted to my neck. Sweat pours down my back and face. I stick to the sand beneath. My head buzzes in the bog.

Not a soul is near you; you are all alone.

The heat drowns out my thoughts. It suffocates me from above, and bites into me from below. The sun ripples off my skin. It’s so heavy I can’t move. I try to cry out, ...