Short stories & poems

He heard knocking on his door, and he set down his tea.

“Quint Extermination and Delivery service.” The large man spoke. His uniform, two sizes too small.

“Oh, what do you deliver?” Elmer asked, out of curiosity.

“Good service.” The man replied, stepping into Elmer’s mudroom.

“Thats good to hear, I’ve got quite the pickle down here.” Elmer began, guiding the man to his basement.

“I think it...

What do you feel when you see this?

Astounded? Anxious? Relieved? Regretful?

Does the purple cloud it seem to be joyous and free or scared and abandoned?

Does the storm seem like something you or the purple cloud could face?

Is it something you’d avoid as much as possible?

Does this make you want to go on a journey or hideaway in a remote cabin?

Giving into the comfy and familiar, or weathering t...

“Why makes him so special that he doesn’t get a power dampening cuff?”

Liam keeps his head down, trying to just make it through fourth period. There’s 13 minutes left.

“He’s got autism.”

“Oh. So he’s one of those kids.”

“Why isn’t he in the special learning class?”

“He doesn’t talk like us. Do you think he understands us?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing for time to pass. He never unders...

My god, this art is so beautiful.

I entered an art competition mostly for fun, but this piece may go above and beyond.

I don’t say my piece may be the best one yet to toot my own horn,

I say this because this is like no other art I’ve done.

It’s…a self-portrait, but also an abstract of sorts.

It tells such a profound story while leaving room for an onlooker to choose their own climax and ending.

T...

My lungs are burning with in intense feeling, like I’m being lit of fire from the inside. My eyes closed tightly under the lake water as I kick my legs, reaching my arms up to break though the water’s surface. I need air. Now.

I gasp, rubbing my eyes with my fist as I adjust to the setting. A camp counselor is looking at me dead in the eyes, a frown on his face clear as day. “You failed.” The onl...

Am I a troubled teen? Mabey. Although “troubled” doesn’t _necessarily_ apply to what I am.

My parents are the living definition of “a picture of perfection”. Top of all their classes in college, perfect teeth, perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect personality, perfect powers, perfect everything. The _only_ thing not perfect? Me.

Their not so smart, rebellious, 14-year-old, black sheep of the fam...

Silver the fork, Sammy the spoon, Kned the knife, Jamie the plate and Toby the mug.

Silver and Sammy are 'twins'

Silver, Sammy and Kned are 'siblings'

Jamie is a wise plate that the other four look up to

Toby is the the only other 'adult'

6 months after being made is one year in human terms. 12 months is two years and so on.

Silver and Sammy are 18 months or three years, Kned is 24 months or fo...

Juan climbed down the ladder, entering a tunnel lit by shimmering amber lights. Stepping onto stone flooring, he heard quiet singing, a female voice nearby. "Hello?" He called out. "Oberon sent me. It's all safe now."

Following the sound of the voice, he entered a low wide room with a shimmering orange crystal at its center. There was a small elderly woman seated next to the crystal, and she slow...

I felt his breathe on my neck as the guards ran pass the dark cave in the wall.

"Za-"

"Shh... There still passing" he whispered. The guards turned the corner and their footsteps slowly go away in the night. He looked toward my face and carressed the fresh new scar on my cheek.

"KC... I'm so sorry" he apologized as his eyes filled with sorrow.

I smiled softly," It's not you're fault-"

"But I'm ...

Streetlights are flashing on as the evening darkness settles in with the rain. The LED glare is harsh and sudden. The late fall dampness is terrible. The rain never seems to let up. Everything is soggy and sticky. It's a miserable time of year. The restaurants along this street are still doing brisk business. Everyone on their way home from work and shirking the duty of cooking. Takeout is the qui...