I was hopeful I wasn’t the monster.

That hope is crushed now— I killed them all....

it sits across the room

waving at me

it may be a shadow

but i wave back

after all

i need a guardian angel

of my impending doom

the shadow warns me

i am to eat my own kind

but that doesn’t matter

i know what happens

i’m the end

this very silent room

it’s dark and i cannot see

the shadow is still here

i know it’s still here

it’s never left me

it can’t leave me

the car now goes zoom

though i don’t...

Why is she here?

A human?

Oh, right— Humanian practice.

Today, she’s brought a great delicacy that only the most supreme species of our great world Tál can comprehend the taste— a “Pink Lady” apple. Quite intriguing, how humans are able to put a female soul whose soul color is pink into such a human necessity.

I explain these thoughts to her, and she laughs. “Oh, Tal, you don’t understand. The...

they hurt you.

they scratch you.

yet you still reach for more.

the thorns which are our flaws,

you have already seen.

yet you are the one

who unleashed these growing thorns,

toxicity and corruption

formed within.

you monster.

you demon.

and now they come back

to kill you.

it takes your life.

your soul.

but you don’t care,

because the exterior

is so understanding

you don’t catch

what you

have sa...

(decided to make this a flash story, it’s basically a story less than ten sentences)

——

“I’d die for you,” they, Daniel, said as they held my hand. “Good,” I responded, “because that’s exactly what I’m about to do, sweetie.”

And all they could do was cry....

Baby

Saja.

Romance

Saja.

Any

Other

Saja....

**(“The Dreams Preserved For The Young Ones,” Rina Kabsita)**

When I was little, I held my hand up to the sky as if something important was there, disappointed whenever I had yet another unsuccessful attempt; and I manipulated myself into believing if I just took the next step and went on my tippy toes, I would reach the “floating white cotton candy.”

I never had good balance because I never put...

_“So we’re not heroes, we’re still survivors!”_ **- What It Sounds Like, HUNTR/X**

****

Everyone around us may be gone,

But at least we know we still belong,

We may not be heroes,

We’re still survivors,

And under this moonlight,

I hope we can shine bright,

My voice and all its thoughts,

This is what it sounds like!...

Empty.

No, that can’t be right. Everyone has a soul. Without it, they would turn corrupt.

Oh no. Does that mean… my fate’s been sealed early? I’m getting sent off to the poor people island barely even sixteen? What’s wrong with these people?

The doctor looks at me in pure shock. “You’ve shown no signs of corruption whatsoever, maybe we should a— a double check!” The machine makes the terrible s...

(Honestly I’m just gonna do flash stories till I drop because I need to get out of my writing slump so forgive me if this stuff is absolute garbage)

The crows are circling above me. I’ve been found. Are they going to kill me like the others? Am I the next victim?

They all start slowly flying down to my direction. I’m certain I’m dead. There’s no way to fight back against the dark bird killers. A...