Short stories & poems

Too many,

Too fast,

Too small,

Too dangerous!

Can’t we just call him now?

The one who hates them all.

Too bright,

Too joyful,

Too loud,

Too Christmassy!

Why don’t we call him now?

The one who hates us all.

Too many people,

Too funny jokes,

Too innocent the children,

Too much of careless hope!

It’s time for tragedy…

Humanity!

Please, please, don’t call him now!

The one who hates the world....

Oh my God!

What did you say?

Oh nothing, thought it was a frog.

Under their breath, what is this!!!...

My Silent Friend

You have been with me through all my special moments,

From the day we arrive to the day we depart.

Each of your colors holds meaning, representing your quiet significance.

You sit in the corner, beautiful and reserved,

Providing ambiance and alluring the room.

Many pass by just to breathe in your aroma,

Each inhalation recalling memories of the moments you were given to them.

Yo...

Nyra Helmsmore knows obsession intimately. She’s lived in its shadow, felt its pull, and now it’s consuming her, all because of him—Wrenn Silacor. With his striking gray eyes, effortless charm, and a perfection that seems otherworldly, Wrenn has become her entire world. She’s studied him, followed him, and convinced herself that she understands him in ways no one else can.

But Wrenn is more than ...

Light bursts through my closed eyelids, forcing me to open my eyes, yet I can hardly focus on the world around me. The brightness makes everything seem distant and blurred, as though I’m submerged in fog.

“She’s awake!” A voice cuts through the haze. A woman in a blue outfit is talking, calling out to someone else. Their voices fade in and out of comprehension, like muffled whispers.

I try to si...

It was an awkward dinner, and the mood of the room was tense. Silence enveloped the entire dining room with the exception of the shiny, metal silverware softly clanking on the glass plates. Mira was glaring at Harriet from the other side of the wooden table, a noticeable scowl on her face. Meanwhile, Harriet ate her plate of food quietly, glancing away from her angry wife while trying to focus on ...

As she placed his plate in front of him, he smiled warmly, excited to dig into his meal consisting of a tender human steak, mash potatoes and green beans.

“This smells lovely dear, where did you get the meat?” The man asks as he stabs the steak and glides his knife through the flesh.

The woman smiles as she pours herself a glass of Riesling, filling it almost to the top. She avoids the question...

I swirl my glass of Cabernet wine, plastering an interested smile on my face as my date continues droning on about the monotonous and uninspiring life of a corporate office worker.

The man’s pathetic, really. He’s been complaining about his boss and his job for the past hour, never once asking me a question or even noticing my waning attention. I can tell he’s the kind of guy who lacks the drive ...

They told me, I’m better off alone.

Maybe I am ,but they’re not the ones crying in this big bed every night . It’s so lonely, and cold. I feel like I’m lying outside in the freezing snow, in the middle of the night.

It still tears me to pieces. I shake and I tremble as I curl into a ball .I pull my blankets over my head, trying to comfort myself.

I fall to my knees screaming “God help me please ...

Maze looked into the two way mirror, “I know you’re watching me. I can see your body heat and hear your heart beating in your chest.” She said, as she locked eyes with the man who was in charge of the research institute she was being confined in.

“Mark down that the patient in room 302 has shown characteristics of the H2 and W5 genes, four times faster than the other genetic mutations from previ...