Short stories & poems

Her mom and dad were arguing again. She could not stand it so she went to her room and was planning to watch tv but when she went to her room her tv was on but it was static plus she knew she turned it off wen her mom called her to eat lunch. But now it was on and then there was a picture as clear as day it was a person in the static and it was starring at her. then it just started talking to her ...

I’m sitting here, trying to figure out what instills fear.

The things that make my skin peel, as they take away all that’s real.

I feel like a busted tire or a missing wheel,

Bumping and crashing into life as I fall downhill.

I need some pills—enough to completely fill my stomach till I’ve taken enough to kill

The monster of fear I can’t see or hear.

But it hides in the shadows; it giv...

Have you ever received a random text message from someone? Someone you couldn’t pinpoint and did not want to be identified? I am sure you have, and so have I, but what made these messages different was how thoughtfully and flirtatiously curated they were, to the point where I look forward to them every single day.

After a month of conversing with this mystery person, we finally decided to take i...

High up above us, they watch and mesmerize everyone,

but as they were shining at their brightest, I noticed one.

Her spark was bleeding as she slowly faded away,

usually she would shine after goes the day,

but not tonight, tonight she fell,

now destined to live in a cell....

I’ve always wondered what this all was, it started a few weeks ago. Every morning, on my skin laid a new scar. At first I thought I was imagining it, but no. No pain, no memory, no reason, it just appears. It started with small ones on my feet, hands then a few bigger ones on my face and neck.

I was sitting swaying my feet impatiently for the bus to arrive, the brisk air freezing my lungs. It wa...

Picking and pecking

cawing and screeching

ominous yet stunning

Dances and twirls

Walks and wanders

Explores and watches

She’s an anomaly

Her presence ambiguous

Is she a warning or an enticement?...

The Revelation shall flame

On the backs of dames

In the quiet of the night

Doused in shame

It shall arrive in quiet

Once open dont shut

A secret so precious

Lies you must trust

Should the king beware

Or the priest adhere

Should the people scatter far

Should question clear

Then upon that day

No hesitation, no play

Rise up and wait

Rise up and pray

For the world still turns

But anger churns

The...

The scars have a deep meaning and it’s connected in a way to another person drawing them apart each of every mark of a scar....

Lights on

…

Lights off.

It matters what happens when the lights are on....

Naomi sat cross-legged on her bed, headphones in, tears threatening to spill. The artist’s voice—soft, broken, defiant—spoke directly to her heart. It had for years.

His songs had carried her through the worst: the nights when silence was too heavy, the mornings when getting up felt impossible. She had whispered his lyrics like prayers, finding herself in every note he would never know he’d writt...