Short stories & poems

Bill slogged through calf deep, room temperature water. His heavy and normally very comfortable work boots were completely filled. His toe skin, now rapidly softening , would soon resemble the California Raisins. Somehow the warmth of the water managed to exacerbate the situation. Why wasn’t it cold? Where the hell is everyone? None of this made any sense.

It had been three weeks since losing his...

I clocked out of work early, excited to see the woman I just married months before. We had just got off our honeymoon and I got some flowers on the way home. “Is this for Isabela?” The woman at the register looked at me and smiled like she knew something I did not. “Umm yea.. I’m sorry do I know you? I didn’t see you at our wedding?” She laughed. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. I winced and...

She was running, running away but she know she could never escape she back in trap that she’ll die in. I watch her wake in the trap she cries out because she’s sick of the binding, the others laughing I feel pity on her soul. She’ll never get to live another life, her body trapped, mind free, soul stuck with me. The blood from her former self drips, drips, drips, onto the rusted floor her screams ...

His paddle pierced the water for what seemed like the thousandth time. With each stroke, he could feel the sweat begin to build under his jacket. As he looked over his shoulder, he could see that the distances between he and his pursuers was not enough.

“Faster…(stroke)…faster…(stroke)…,” he mumbled allowed as he fought to pick up the pace.

As he came around a bend in the lake, headwind he had b...

The words “I’m sorry” were the last I heard before ice cold water filled my lungs. I could not see, it must have been the dead of night when it occurred. It was pitch black, but after a moment a glimpse of light was visible.My head throbs and my stomach aches. I claw at the water, desperate to breathe but I can’t no matter how hard I try. I try to scream but the attempt was in vain.

I catch the...

“The slippers are made of white pumps that were covered with red fabric, painted red soles, sequins colored a dark red to match, and bows made of stiff cotton and adorned with three kinds of beads and rhinestones.”

 

[National Museum of American History]

 

 

“So, tell me, Mr. Smarty-pants,” she chided, flaunting her flashing fiery ruby gaze, into his insipid, stupefied, quizzical face.

 

“Just how...

A hand tapped on my shoulder, and I raised one side of my headphones. The heavy noise of whirring machinery cutting into dense metal assaulted my ears with a grating nerve. “They need you up at Sector Five.” My colleague, who had been working with me and other teams to disassemble the mysterious ship that crash-landed hours ago, patted my shoulder. With a heavy sigh, I checked that I was still str...

“I WANT THE TRUTH” She was screaming into my phone, I couldn’t really take it. I mean, I did care about her, but the truth was that I wasn’t really ready to be honest about the scientific fidings of Ocean #1895.

“Look, I know what you saw on the news, I know you want to know about what we learned about Ocean #1895 but I just can’t tell you. I wish I could, but I can’t. The truth is that if I do,...

I roll my eyes. “Only one, huh?”

My hands are steady as I nock the arrow against the string, positioning it against the bow’s shelf. I hold my breath as I draw the string back—exhaling as I release it, sending it flying in a straight line and hitting the man in the forehead. He falls without another word.

I drop the bow and run. The wind cuts into my lungs, the ground crunching beneath me. I don...

I am here

At my home

Drinking beer

While searching using Google Chrome

I am alone

Sitting and doing nothing

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, but being alone

And doing………………………………………NOTHING

JUST BEING Here BY MySELF

OVER AnD OvvER

BeeING Nothing As MySELF

L00kking Att Nothing but A taTto off A Clovver

Haveiing N0 0Ne to talk to, Too be wITH, Too L0ve

Just looking At tHIS WhITE, Wh...