Short stories & poems

Cold water feels warm when you’re freezing.

They say that’s your body shutting down.

Lulling you into serenity.

A warm relief before you freeze and stay frozen for eternity.

Until one day when your body thawed.

Scientists poke and prod.

You’re not allowed to rest no more.

You’re put on display for all the coo and caw.

There is no rest when you’re a specimen.

So enjoy this moment of warmth...

Swords clash, again and again. As me and the “Hero” as they call him fight. But he’s not the hero, just as I’m not the villain. The things I’ve done, I have a good reason for doing them. I do them to protect, protect my family. Some don’t see it the way I do though, they say I’m evil and heartless.

“Give up now, before it’s to late” I say, getting ready to lunge again. The Hero just shakes his h...

I look in the mirror a I hate what I see. Not just the bed head or the bed breath or the pores but I hate everything to the point it makes me want to vomit. Unfortunately I’m not looking into the mirrors like in Cinderella where my fairy godmother could come out and make me into something I wow t to see. I hate you…...

The sky is an ever changing canvas

Each brush of a cloud

crafted by the strokes of the universe

Something this beautiful

Could never be man made

It is a natural phenomenon

A marvel that we get to witness

In process at any moment

Never finished, an everlasting painting

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(Here is a bonus stanza that I didn’t feel like fit with the others:

A fox chasing the ball of light

Streaking his aubu...

It never really stops hurting does it

It’s especially hard when you have to keep fighting

When you want to be done with it all

But you have to keep fighting

It’s exhausting

And when you stop

Well now here’s the real you

And I don’t like the real me

I don’t like the fake me either

It never goes away

You’re never truly free

That pain and hurt

That feeling of fear and emptiness

It haunts you

It al...

As she levitates high in the dark abyss

Illuminating the darkness with her magic & beauty

Her beautiful children shine effortlessly surrounding her and as they gather together with unity & energy they light the night sky

The moon & her stars such a magical connection

A legendary true love

Unbreakable bond that creates life in mysterious ways

The moon & her stars such beauty awaits...

**Drip**

**Drip**

**Splat**

Tears fall like raindrops from the sky,

Marring her small, freckled face.

She sniffles,

Breath stuttering,

She chokes on air,

Tears at her clothes, clutching her dying heart—

But she dares not scream.

No… she must be silent.

Her eyes puff red,

**Drip**

**Drip**

Her tears soak the floor once more.

No one understands.

**Drip**

**Drip**

And how could they?

**Drip**

**...

Toby couldn’t understand the thick blanket that suffocated the air from his lungs. It was hevy, weighted, as if the sand its self was too much for the fabric. But he was always making sure he was observant enough to stitched up the threads before it could spill out, raining on the two.

It was always like that when the duo-haired boy lay next to him.

The silence was way too loud yet not enough....

Every “Ocean’s Heart,” day—which is what we call a beach holiday—our whole town comes together, we bake cookies, bring food and random trinkets to play with… and each house has a bowl, you can write whatever you want it in. This year, all of my friends and family, gathered around eating cookies and started to write our letters for my bowl—for _me_ to read. Each house had a bowl, assigned to each p...

to whom this finds.

Long is the hour in which this brings you, and my most sincere prayer is that it finds you better than you shsll find me. You see, in its arrival, this form denotes a most unusual demise of a man often left forgotten and neglected. This letter tells you that I am soon to be no more.

Now you see, this letter is not just the jubilant announcement of my earth end, but inste...