Just the memories of us tear me down

I opened up to you and I was there for you

And yet your called our relationship dull?

I did nothing to you but opened up to you

Because had loved you deep down into my soul

You broke up with me and left me confused of what I did wrong

So if I hurt you

I didn’t mean too.

I’m sorry whatever I did wrong.

The stars that you had painted into my sky are shattere...

They always told me Uncle Kedo was weird. They told me that he kept a pet Komondor whose hair he braided daily for “inspiration and a touch of good luck”. That he kept a whole bunch of strange animals no one’s ever heard of. They said he built, by himself, a house within his house where he kept all of his most secret stuff. They said he ate peacock soup and drove a car that could dig into the grou...

“I’m tired of this Scott… Your dad and I agree…” Her tone was flat, void of anger or resentment that seemed to hang around their normal every day conversation.

So he’d gotten caught again, racing. Not just racing, he’d taken his infinity g35 off road to get away from the city cops near a farm. Sadly he’d not understood the ditches they built to hold water. So needless to say the g35 was totaled ...

Buildings reflected in the car window, I see the whole city or, at most, what it had to offer. You know, a person can’t see much other than these busy streets; Structures of praised concrete divide up the roboticly repeating grid, so no one can see beyond them.

The car stops along a sidewalk, people’s legs mingling in a blurry image. I get out, and my mom hands me my suitcase. Slinging the backpa...

Drew was devastated when his parents died; on the outside. But on the inside, all he could think about was whether or not he would end up with his uncle Victor. They’d only met a handful of times, but Drew was always intrigued by Victor. He was the weirdo of the family and no one knew everything about him. Nobody shares everything with their family, but Victor always acted abnormally secretive.

E...

The Child

The first thing I noticed were the bricks. They were... nauseating. No two were the same shade of pink, varying from blinding fucsias to cloudy pastels, making the house look like it fell through a car wash of paint. The lady who opened the door to greet me approached the same way. Happy, optimistic, endlessly vibrant. Her hair was dyed white blonde, her lipstick glittery rose, and her ...

The door was red, red and wide. The house’s outsides were overgrown. Exhausted daffodils flopped across the winding walkway. A mammoth rose of Sharon fainted across the porch stairs. I could hear Uncle Axel’s revving his truck. Christie was fast asleep tucked under one arm and all we had was in a big blue IKEA bag under the arm. Sighing I rang the doorbell.

When life gives you lemons, you got lemo...

“Gretta wake up! We have arrived at your aunt's house!” my friend’s mother called from the kitchen. I jolted up from my sleep excited thinking I was in my old bed, at my old house but then come to the sudden realazation that I was In my friend's car about to go live with some stranger. I forgot I was even in the car. I guess the sense of longingness can travel through one's subconscious even when ...

“Soooo. What’s it like living with your crazy aunt?” Asked JD through the loud crunch of his chips.

I felt bad that he outright called my Aunt Miriam crazy…but he wasn’t wrong. Dad had warned me about her:

“She’s a sweet lady, kiddo…but all the marbles ain’t there. Don’t tell your Mom I said that, alright?”

“It’s unique,” I replied, gazing out the window at Aunt Miriam as she entertained her…...

For all you out there, who is reading this right now, this minute, I salute to you. I, also are reading something quite peculiar, and

In fact it’s the same thing. I am far, far, away from any human, at this point in my life, living with my Mothers, half, adopted, book

Loving being named Breeze. She is called that due to the fact, of her windy life, she never lands.

She rang me one day, in the t...