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...

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...

She closed her eyes and took in the warmth of the bakery. The quiet chatter from the tables around her accompanied by the noise of the ovens behind the counter, releasing a sweet aroma of cookies and cakes into the air. She was working, but didn’t have a care in the world. All was quiet and the chilly fall breeze couldn’t reach her in here. It was warm and peaceful. She took a sip of her pumpkin s...

As A Child She Was Essentially Alone, left with no way to learn of life beyond the squalid walls that served as well as Alcatraz in confining the small girl , and she knew nothing of what was beyond those boundaries. It was a system designed specifically to incapacitate & manipulate, passed down now for generations, & every descendant was doomed to demonstrate the same cycle ,the same saddening s...

Freely writing

Creative me

Stop the fighting

Write with glee

So glad we

Can freely write

Write be free

Pen is might...

My heart is pounding, I can’t focus on anything. He can’t be gone, he just… can’t. I… I don’t understand. He was supposed to be invincible. He was supposed to beat it. All I can see is his body, right there, in a casket. I’m only fourteen. What am I going to do without him? This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. He was supposed to teach me to drive, see me graduate, bring me to college, help ...

My guilt,

Cos ya know

That’s how I am built,

And it shall glow.

My jealousy,

Cos I know,

I could never see,

It was all a show.

My loyal heart,

Because it is,

The right part,

So you can always be his.

My caring soul,

Why,

Because us was always the goal,

Cry.

…

🖤...

I color and draw.

I love animols

It has to be pur-fect

In the lines everytime

Or I have to try try

again and again

Again ,Mommy

always colors

In the lines purfect

I feel sad 😢 but I

Put on my smile and

Happy face ☺️( no not

That smile)-better smile

Mama likes -so she

Doesn’t get mad

I have to practuce to

Color and rhymm

& smile so mamma

Will love me

Every day

And I will be a

Good...