Short stories & poems

You’ve come back But I no longer need you So take your bags and go We are now completely through

Too many fights The time to end is now Tried a w might We just can’t figure it out

You’ve heard it, But I never showed it. I said “I love you,” but I never tried to kiss you. I’d get nervous when you’d lean for a hug, You were always by my side, but your affection, I’d just shrug.

I kept you on the sidelines too long. You moved on to another guy. I said ‘I love you,’ never proving it with actions Leaving you to question if words were true or wrong.

Now you’re gone, And I’m left in the silence, Wishing you were still here. Wondering what we could’ve been, If only I used more than words.

The glass vial lay shattered on the floor. Glass shards still remain, piercing my hand. blood is dripping down my finger tips. my breath begins to catch in my lungs as i reach for my heart. i can hear it pumping in my brain. over and over and over again. bump, bump, bump. my vision becomes blurry and the taste of the vile liquid is now apparent in my throat. do you feel remorse? reading the words of my final moments. the moment your actions have led to? you. did. this. how does it feel? can you also feel the glass, taste the poison, hear the beat? my legs become weak. i stumble to the floor. landing on the glass and my other hand now becoming riddled with shards. i look up. i can no longer make out shapes, but i can see the light. the shine of the light that hangs from my ceiling. a dim warm hue. warm like you. my head hits the floor and my eyes are blurry once more. now from tears. they trickle down the sides of my face. i reach to wipe them, only smearing the blood from my hands across my cheeks. glass reminants find a home in my flesh. the light is dimmer now. almost distance. the beating has slowed and the taste watered down with my saliva. this is it. i close my eyes. welcoming, i breathe my last and final harsh breath. inhaling the imaginary sweet scent of you and exhaling the imaginary relationship between us.

Oh, how lovely you are tonight my dear. Nights like these — you know, the ones filled with your calming aroma and comforting silence, remind me why I cherish you so. For the longest time I wanted to be the cherished one but I've found that spoiling you and engulfing you satiates a part of me that I have never known. I never knew it was possible, to love someone so entirely, all parts of them. You have the loveliest heart... so rich and full. So plump and sweet. I don't even mind that it's greyed for me over time. My love for you is eternal, and you will never age nor falter for me, dearest. If I could preserve this moment I would, but time waits for no man. And certainly not unrefrigerated. Let the record play until it skips tonight. Let me sway you side to side in the flickering yellow light. Let me be your balance and uplift you. Don't say a word, watch us as we spin! See how well I treat you, even if your body has become a tad stiff and unmindful. Watch us while we spin... like a camera on tripod. Watch us while we spin... from the height of the kitchen island. Watch us while we spin... you and me. Watch us like a jealous lover. I can't wait for supper.

There's nowhere to hide. Every corner. Hole, crack, nook, cranny; compromised. Expansive and unavoidable. Universal to both predator and prey, the living, the dead, and those who tow the line. It is unassailable. A force that expands, contracts, chokes, and consumes. Gasping, some flee from it. Sighing, others allow it to ensnare them. Every second that passes, it becomes more and more apparent that there is no escape. Any hope for it (escape) dissolves and shatters, and dissipates just before it collects the gravity to crush you. You cannot hide. I cannot hide. There's nowhere to hide.

Love is a verb, a thing you preform. By loving, you actively keep your soul warm. Love is a noun, it's name is well known; You know you've met love when true love has been shown. Love is an adverb when lovingly applied Love is an adjective; loving is who are inside Love and language are linked deep in our core To be human is to a speak, to love; to adore

Dear Joanna I hope that your evening has been well . I apologise for the inconvenience, as I know that a letter isn’t the most up to date way of addressing someone , but I felt it to be fitting. There is something that has been on my mind for quite some time , ever since that day when Mr Watts sat us next to each other in Math, and we figured out the best way to fix a calculator was by smacking it. There isn’t a way to say this that isn’t as already awkward as it’s going to be, so I’ll cut to the chase Joanna, I love you. I love you, and have done for quite some time. When i get up in the morning, and sit in a cramped bus full of slimy kids that do their homework on their way to school, my day is made with the mere thought that i might get to spend my time with you. When i sit and eat my subpar lunch that i packed myself and lock eyes with you, suddenly it is packed from the gods themself. When I get home, and I get a notification from my phone, I beam with joy of the thought of being able to speak to you for longer, as there isn’t a single thing that I could possibly conceive about you that i don’t love . The way you smile. The way you talk. The way that you dress like a model on a fashion show, but without the acknowledgement that you do so. The way that you laugh at my jokes that don’t even deserve a light chuckle . The way that you gently and effortlessly handle confrontation . You are without a shadow of a doubt in my mind the most physically and mentally attractive person that both my eyes and heart have ever set themselves up upon. If the world caved in on itself and the last thing that I saw was a glimpse of you, I’d be contempt In my own demise. Heaven exists on earth , and it’s how I feel when I get to spend time with you.

If this is just a flash in the pan for you , one of many turned down confessions that you receive from a whole host of people , I’d like mine not to be discarded immediately, just because I’m not exactly your type, or even someone that you would be interested in at all. I’d like you to remember this , remember these notes and how it made me feel, remember all of the positivity you have breathed into my life by being such a kind, generous and loving person. and most importantly, I want you to remember me.

I’ll see you on the other side.

With love,

Roxanne

A single tear falls from Joanna’s face as she drops the letter and rushes out of the door. Joanna paces towards the hooded figure who dropped the letter off down the road. Joanna is unable to catch up to this figure, until she stops in the middle of the road

And as the gates fall down, and the train speeds past , one last glance , one last kiss to remember her by.

My dearest James,

I haven’t eaten in days, and I can’t go any longer without saying these words. I love you. I always have, and I should have told you before now—-maybe then, things would be different. But I’ve decided to take that job in Georgia. By the time you’re reading this, I’ll already be gone.

I want to thank you for the times we’ve shared over the years. I embrace every moment we’ve spent growing together and learning from each other. I hope that someday in the future, we see each other again. I’d smile at you as the feeling of a thousand suns overwhelms me. Hell, I might even cry. Not out of sadness, pain, or regret, but out of thankfulness for you.

Without you, I wouldn’t know how deeply I could love. If I had known all those years ago that knowing you would rearrange my life, I’d still do it all over again.

I’m not scared to start this next chapter of my life because I know that my feelings are real. But I can’t be with you, because that would mean giving up my dream. Giving up my dream would be unfair to me. If I give up, then I’d lose who I am, and I don’t want that.

So I must go now. I must go and live out my dream and be as happy as I can be, knowing I’m leaving a piece of my heart behind.

I’ll never forget you. But I have to do this for me.

With all my love, Mary

“I see.. so you prefer no one will know about us so you could live silently happily ever after. Sure. Whatever” he shrugged, pretending not to care. “Lucas! Come on, don’t be like that, please. You know that’s not what I meant.. it’s just… complicated. If my dad will ever find out you’re a werewolf- you’re doomed!” I tried to explain. “That’s the difference! I don’t care! As long as I get to spend time with you, I don’t care at all. He can shoot me to death if he’d like to. Besides, he will never find out” he reasoned. “You don’t know my father. When it comes to hunting- he’s like a [dog hunter]. He would sense something is wrong, and I don’t wanna risk it. I prefer for you to be safe.” I looked at him deep in the eyes, trying to convince him. “I guess I should just leave, if that’s so.” He turned around, and I could barely see his expression on his face. I had no idea what he was thinking. And it scared me. I realized then, that I never want to lose him. Ever. “Lucas!” I called. “Please try to understand. I’m doing it because I’m scared for you. I worry about you… I… I never met anyone like you before!” my voice cracked a bit. He didn’t even turn to look at me. “You should be grateful for that. All I am is just a curse. No one likes curses. I would never want to turn you into a curse too, marry.” And with these words, he left.

“I can’t be here.” The words are forced out in a strained whisper— barely audible over the sounds of clashing swords and battle cries.

Still, I hear her. Loud and clear, like we’re back in the garden we use to hide away in. The world was simpler when we were two strangers. Two _friends. _ __

The battlefield we stand on now is nothing like that garden. The dirt here is gray and dead, too stained with blood to sustain any life or love. It is not the rich, fertile brown we planted our seeds in.

I think the flowers should be blooming by now.

Her hand reaches out to mine, and I want nothing more then to take it, to hold it as I had many times before.

Instead, I take one step back. I pretend her hurt expression doesn’t bother me.

“You should have never come, General.”