Short stories & poems

Surprisingly I look up, and I see hawks circling overhead. Two birds of a feather, not surprising to see during spring.

It’s a cold spring morning, I wish it wasn’t. Why I chose to come back and live up north, is always I question I have on mind. I live with little to no service, in a small driving R.V.

I usually only come up here for the winter, the rest of the year I live an hour in a h...

Vultures circled overhead,

I am unable to run,

Soon, I will end up dead,

Torn to pieces in the sun.

An ocean of merciless gold,

Devoid of water and food,

Ready for the night’s cold,

A sandstorm brewed.

I’m not sure if I can cope,

Wounds under my torn shirt,

By now I had lost hope,

Dying in the desert....

in long time ago we were allowed to be in the libraries when there was no war and everything was at peace but since our queen banish and forbid our race to ever step foot in the library, we would lose our head and our children but that changed since you can seek I'm being hanged and burnt like a witch for the crime of witchcraft I never did. ...

You lean back in your chair, eyes flat.
“Didn’t find it. Took it.”

The hooded figure stiffens, gloved hand tightening on the bag’s edge.
“From who?”

You glance at the broken clock on the wall.
“Bald man. Gray coat. Funny limp.”

The figure’s jaw tightens.
“That’s impossible. He’s dead.”

You slide your revolver onto the table, the metal scraping softly against the wood.
“Yeah… he was.”

The figure’s ...

I’m a dead man walking,

Fighting on the other side.

Escaping execution by talking,

Laughter bouncing off my pride.

I’m a dead man walking,

I’m running out of time.

I’ll take out the sheriff by stalking,

Secrecy of mine’s so sublime.

There’s a shadow hiding in crack of my skull,

He keeps me warm as I told him so.

And although he seems like a numskull,

He let’s my rivers run and waters flow.

One ...

I lay face down at the edge of the water, hands outstretched in a desperate plea to remain on solid ground. My labored breaths are drowned out by the river behind me. Moonlight fills this space, the only other light a single golden ray—some settlement on the forest edge, bound to have a warm hearth. With my luck, the owner will turn me in quicker than my boots can dry.

For now, I will rest here o...

When I first watched _Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs_, I had a funny thought—why was the Evil Queen so worried about what a stupid mirror thought? Later, as I grew older, it felt as if the Demon from the movie had traveled into my own mirror. Every time I looked at my reflection, it was as if someone was whispering that I had grown horns, that I looked ugly, or that I had turned into some fat, bl...

My hands were trembling as I reached for the bottle filled with ice. The drenches of sweat on my hands felt like they had frozen at the touch of the cold plastic. I slowly picked it up from the table, clenching my jaw. I looked up to see 20 pairs of eyes staring directly at me. I swallowed before I found the courage to speak: “I put the water in the freezer to transform it into a solid matter.” I ...

I sit down in my chair drumming my fingers on the desk thinking on what I should do. Im lost thinking on what I should write. My ideas always slips away when I need it. It’s like I could reach out and grab it. I pause I got an idea.

The chase a story on about a boy who is a wanted. It startes of with a boy who is a wanted criminal and a runaway. And his parents died at a young age you goes to ...

**More important than the exams we write on paper **

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**are the real life tests we write with skills and experience **

**that do not assess writing skills but competence **

**do not give an F for not passing **

**but sticks a needle at your conscience **

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**because your one true examiner is yourself**

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**_Tonia _**✍🏿...