August 2010
2 posts
He kicked a stone into the shrubs that hovered over the path he followed. “It makes sense when I think about her,” He thought. He breathed shallow, rapid breaths and the feelings of boredom had left the moment he heard that monster scream. They were replaced with the thrill of the unknown. Now that he saw the world, it’s emptiness and death, he couldn’t help but reach,...
So she walked and walked. Her fingers brushed against the green leaves of plants all around her and they spilled their color over onto her hands, down their vines and into the sand. Her hair was brown as the bark of a maple tree; it blew under her lips and she sang, she sang as she walked. The river was nearer now and the sound of its water pounding over hard, brutal, but horribly still rocks...
July 2010
5 posts
There she sat, Metilda, feeding the chickens like she always did- when she had the time. Her other chores were to scrub kitchen pots, black with layers of filth, wash sheets and wipe down dust boards. In fact, she spent so much of her time doing the little things around the house that the grass in her yard was nearly overgrown, and bees had built huge, unmolested nests in every corner of her...
“Look, it’s a spirit” She whispered. “He’ll just sit and watch, like a rock. The leaves blow and we walk and talk, but he’ll just sit; it doesn’t matter. Like a thousand pounds, but firm to the ground, he’ll just sit and watch.”
Brandon ran through the alleys, jumping over metal tubes and throwing himself past corners. He could barely think, but picked up his pace and pushed with his feet as hard as he could. It struck him as ironic that his thin body, small and nimble, could barely keep ahead of a roaring monster three times his size, in a narrow maze of dark alleys. He came upon a thick metal gate and unlatched the...
Foolish boy. He looked down, his legs swaying across the side of the wall he sat on. He kicked the tin sheet to his right with a loud shimmering bang. Once, twice, and again, waiting a few seconds each time. “Here I am,” he thought and breathed deeply. “It’s not that I’m bored; but I’d like there to be more, just a bit more.” He gave the sheet one last...
I’m ready to take the pill.
The man walked through the cracked wooden doors into the building that stood touching the heavy, dark blue clouds above. He came into a large room, much different from the outside of the building. It was clean. Spotless. The walls were bare, except for a telephone and a fire extinguisher. There were counters everywhere; they lined the room and filled the open...
May 2010
2 posts
The man that drove me over quiet, misty hills wore a black cap and a black jacket. It was certainly not all I would have expected. We were in a low, black car, not a white van and I wasn’t surrounded by overweight male nurses. Everything was still but the soft sniffing sounds from where I sat. I wiped my tears again and looked out the window to my left. I wasn’t scared… I wasn’t even sad...
So he walked by, wearing a striped gray jacket. A pencil balanced on his finger, he turned his face. I saw the blond hair from behind, thin and soft. He kept walking and before I knew it, he was gone. I looked away and let out a breath. It’s different with him, I thought to myself.
March 2010
2 posts
The next few months passed like birds, flying around my head and into the sky, leaving nothing behind but clouded memories and whispered words. I hardly recognized the faces that watched me while I lay in the hospital, and I don’t think they recognized me either. I heard them say “I never saw it coming”, or “What was she thinking?”, and I’m glad I was covered with tubes and unable to speak, or I...
This girl. When she was in pain, she writhed on the floor. Then, motionless she sobbed. The tears would come, then they would stop, but her body only became more twisted; more limp. Piano notes filled her room. The melody helped her let it out, but it wouldn’t end. She retraced her steps in her mind and cursed everything she’d ever done. Arms outstretched on her floor, her mind also reached for an...
October 2009
5 posts
I woke up at 2:00am. The evening before, I opened the window and curtains and lay on my bed, struggling to focus all of my attention on homework. I never have trouble doing well on school, but I make it a habit to give my all, and the fairytales tugging at my mind made that difficult. They pulled me to the scene outside the window. Leaves fell off swaying branches and neighborhood children ran...
There was a bat. In my house.
I screamed and called mom. “THERE IS A BAT IN THE HOUSE! IT’S IN THE HOUSE!!” She heard me loud over the phone, but she couldn’t tell what I was saying, so she thought someone might have broken in. I told her it was a bat and she told me to call dad. Some nights she works until late; she’s a magazine editor for Cooking Light. I ran to my room and slammed the door....
I was on a walk, following a leafy trail into a forest. I carried a leather bag at my side with sugar cakes and fresh strawberries. I passed a rabbit, hiding under a bush. Then I passed another, this one closer to the trail. Two squirrels raced up a tall Birchwood. They weren’t running away from me; one was chasing the other. Mushrooms dotted the ground under the trees. I stooped down and put some...
When I judge, I wait. Because I can’t see motives, I wait for what I can see: the product. Not everything that is spoken is truth, but you can’t hide the truth forever. Light is reality, and total darkness is only an eclipse that cannot last. So, the product is the manifestation of truth.
I ran up to the bench, where she sat, looking out across a quiet lake. She was leaned over, with her hands...
I sat behind the driver of the otherwise empty school bus, opening and closing my cell phone. I love that feeling when I turn on my cell phone, wait a few seconds, and feel it shake with the barrage of texts coming in after their long wait.
The driver pulled a cap over his gray hair. “Did you come from down there?” He motioned to the gym.
“No.” I answered. I hadn’t bothered going to the game....