Short stories & poems

There was an edge to what he said to me. Something sharp in his words.

I thought I was used to this by now. Years of work on the firing line had dulled my response to outbursts. Some prisoners screamed; most cried, or begged for mercy, as if I could give it to them. It bothered me at first. After some time, I had to swallow my senses. We had a job to do, after all.

But his words triggered someth...

The air hung heavy with the scent of anticipation and poorly brewed coffee, a metaphorical miasma mirroring the existential weight of the moment. Professor Augustine Ainsworth, renowned semiotician and self-proclaimed deconstructor of the mundane, adjusted his spectacles and peered across the cluttered desk at his adversary.

"Professor Augustus Pedant," Ainsworth intoned, his voice dripping with...

“Take your shot stranger, you’ll only get one. The man announces, his tone deep and threatening.

He turns and locks eyes with the woman who’s been following him for the past half hour. The moonlight illuminates the ebony shine of her firearm.

“I only need one tough guy.” She replies.

“You don’t know me.” The man warns.

This causes the woman purse her lips, an amused expression replacing her tr...

“You’re quiet tonight.” He mused from across the table.

“There’s not much to say.” She responded as she twirled her fork.

“You could start with ‘I’m sorry’”

“I’m sorry?” She scoffed.

“You completely blew this out of proportion. This was supposed to be a lover’s retreat.”

“You know what? You’re right, I am sorry.” She said.

“See? Now we can-“

“Sorry for planning this getaway,” She began,

“S...

I worked in a government agency for three years now,

And watched as they took their vow.

They shuffle papers, ignore the plight,

While lining their pockets, out of sight.

They think that I don't mind,

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

I'll blow that whistle at the right time,

Hoping that things will be fine.

...

I think this winterfest will be the best because I think Santa will give me a kiss on the cheek on December 25th at 328am because I like Santa. I want Santa to enter my present sack as I want some presents in my sack. I want to enter Santa's sack so that I can steal presents like the grinch.

I love winterfest...

Steven here, I am writing about my poem the tree

the tree has feelings, and so do I. The boy on the street, tries to eat the tree while he is sitting across the road ...

The apartment was my sanctuary, my control room. It overlooked her building, a silent sentinel watching over Amelia's every move. From this vantage point, I was a god, orchestrating the symphony of her life without her ever knowing. It was a distance that I cherished, a necessary buffer between my obsession and the potential for disruption.

Each day was a meticulously crafted ritual, a dance of p...

I took the coat out, and went to go hang it up when something fell out of the pocket. I quickly bent and picked it up, before noticing what it was, I was holding. I had just started my shift, after school, and didn't much of it, things fall out of pockets all the time. But then I processed what was in my hand.

"EW EW EW EW AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Jane ran over,

"What's wrong? What happened? Can yo...

****A Reluctant Guardian****

Arora’s heart continued its frantic rhythm, a counterpoint to the simmering anger within her. Dominic's presence, despite its captivating nature, felt like a violation. He had nearly died, and here he was, strolling into her life like it was nothing, a blatant disregard for his own well-being. Her gaze flickered between his face and his bandaged hand, a silent indictm...