Short stories & poems

They come into you life unexpected,

They might have an impact,

If even the smallest,

You just need to open your heart to them,

You just need to let,

The stranger in....

Did I cross the line?

I don’t think so…

I can’t tell anymore.

Why is there a line?

And who made it

Why shouldn’t I cross it?

Now I want to.

Though when I did.

I remembered again.

That I was the one who made it.

And then I went back.

To the other side of the line.

And sat there and told my self.

To never cross it again.

Why did I cross the line?

I don’t know…

I can’t tell anymore.

...

Axel looked through the bars while trying not to wake his cell mate. He thought to himself “When I got here I swore to be better but not anymore, I had thought of this a a prison but it’s a sanctuary, a sanctuary from the real world. The real world is full of people with a conscious.., ha **conscious**, I meant conscious. This plan had made me feel small but now it just keeps elavating my self-est...

My soul left the world my shadow cast my life force like a hauting ghost over old haunts.

The shadow interacted with the shadows of cars where Road bus is where I sat places She a ghost where I cooked or ate

In the sunlight among the trees in the shadows Russell among the Windy breeze

Among the neon lights of the gambling casinos love mother the shadow dances in the moonlight

It is happy an...

The cool mist rises,

Blanketing the stones around me.

Stories which they tell....

Lily woke up slowly in the back of a cab. She groaned rubbing her head having a slight headache. She remembered she was on the way to her friend Caseys art show, as the cab stopped.

Lily got out and was about to give the cab driver his fair when he took out.

“That was strange.” Lily said making her way into the art gallery to look for Casey.

As Lily made her way in it was beautiful, with ...

When I died, my shawdow decided they would take over. They cane from my shadow relm, the one deep within. They wanted to be in charge for once. I was not in control anymore, the dark passenger was all that was left. This dark passenger was in itself the epitome of horror.

The Dark Passenger went on acting like it was living out the days of the young girl it once was. However it knew… it knew that...

i know you have regrets.

small ones: like saying the wrong thing, tripping, wearing the wrong shoes.

big ones: waiting; ignoring; wasting; hating.

regrets are like poison.

if i told you, that you could go back and change them, what joy you would feel. how ecstatic!

there is a condition.

there is always a condition.

you cannot cling to the regret, to that moment. you cannot think ab...

I didn’t decide it; the shadow did. I watched myself wither in the mirror, day after day, losing weight no matter what I ate, becoming paler from staying inside and clinging to the darkness. That darkness became by safe space, my shadow, and the shadow became me.

Those who see me now stare openly, taking in something they don’t understand. Breathing, functioning, but a shadow - a shell of a form...

I know this is the end for me. I can feel it with each small breathe I take in. Breathing isn’t supposed to burn like this and why do I feel so heavy? I can’t lift my arms anymore and at this point, I don’t know that I would want to even if I had the strength.

There’s a persistent beeping coming from my left now but I’m too focused on the slow caving in of my chest.

‘Come on. Keep fighting.’ My ...