Short stories & poems

Grey

Shades of dust

You’re not here, you’re somewhere else

Never do my fingertips brush you

Never do you fade with the dusk

You are here as I am

As real as me

You scurry away as I approach

Never to be touched, never to be fabricated

Never to be perceived by no one

I’ve never been chosen before

But now that I have

I wish I was never being...

Captain Schmidt said that auto pilot knew the course. It “Knew the stars better than man”, but she was wrong. A brick wall on the freeway would be undetected until too late- the same was our fate. She said “Sector Æ6-B9 was fully mapped”, yet a wall remained. An undetected barrier in a clear path. Alpha-Death would be the name of this uncharted world. Cold, barren, waste- this world, regardless of...

I was alone—calm in the chaos. Anyone else would have been freaking out, running and trying to escape. But to me, this almost felt peaceful.

I could die, the voice in my head reminds me, but even so, I’m too mesmerized to move away. If anything, I want, no need, to get closer.

It was beautiful. The lights moved from the sky to the ground, rushing the darkness away. I felt like a moth drawn to a ...

**Diary Entry: May 3rd, 2024**

I arrived in Ashgrove today. The village is just as I remember: quaint, tucked into the arms of the forest, but there’s a weight here now that wasn’t there before. Aunt Martha’s cottage looks untouched, yet somehow lonelier, as if it’s been holding its breath since she vanished.

The locals won’t talk about her. I asked the butcher if he’d seen her, and he just shook...

“Jackie! Can you just stop, PLEASE,” Lynn exclaims as Jackie says under her breath, with a mocking tone, “let’s take a mindful stroll in a STONED WALL, labyrinth. Great idea Lynn.”

“They open this part of the park next week. I thought it would be fun to be the first ones to go through the labyrinth. We just need to rest and make a better plan. How does that sound Jackie?”

“I don’t see another o...

I write this to you, whoever might care.
Not to beg for rescue, but to leave something behind.
I was here for a moment, then I wasn’t,
But lived long ago, or so it feels—
Maybe life just isn’t for me.

Every day felt like a borrowed breath,
Each step like walking on shards of glass.
The world told me to smile,
To be grateful for the sun and the air,
But I couldn’t feel them.
The light seemed dimmer...

It’s been there since my Freshman year of Highechool. I’ve walked passed it every day for the last 4 years. To be honest, I don’t even remember if anyone lived in that creepy old place. It’s almost like it appeared out of the blue one day. Rotting on that lot what looks to be for hundreds of years. Today was graduation. After the ceremony, my entire family and I went and had lunch at Maggianos Ita...

“Please help,” screamed the caller on the other line. “There is a six feet tall praying mantis in my bathtub and it’s just staring at me…”

Those words would haunt Jaden for years. The fear in the caller’s voice was so vivid, so real, as if the creature stood right beside her. “To think this was going to be a normal Tuesday,” Jaden mused. Little did he know, he would never see Tuesdays the same wa...

“I know you’re watching me,” I whisper as I gaze deeply into the mirror, desperately hoping to see something other than my own reflection and the room behind me. After a moment of intense study, I turn away, frustrated. It had been over a week since I’d seen her staring back at me.

Don’t ask me who “she” is because I don’t know. I’d spent far too many hours sitting in front of that mirror since i...

Entry 1:

My therapist suggested that I start keeping a journal of my day to day to track my moods. I need to start each entry with my mood and end it with my intention for that day. Oh, I guess I didn’t do this right on the first try. Way to go Zach. This has to be the worst thing you’ve ever done.

I tell myself Ellie would find this funny, considering…

I think this is a stupid idea. I alrea...