Fiction
Your eyes fluttered. I looked at you intently, wishing that my eyes could speak for me. Tell me darling, where do I stand? For I would have crossed oceans and mountains, deserts and valleys just to feel, to touch, to share with you the warmth that I’m burning in. I’ve been in this flame for
June 13, 2054 I cannot seem to rid myself of this memory. I will be haunted by this until the day I die. I decided to write out my thoughts to clear my head, to get just a single moment of peace. The year was 2025. The first astronauts had landed on Mars. After years
During my last lesson with the lotus painter, the asphalt road in front of her studio glistened nigh-metallic under the sun. The air was not air so much as it was an incredibly dense state of matter in between liquid and gas that bordered on defying the laws of physics. My shirt had already begun
There comes a time in your life when you should ask yourself or others do it for you: “What do I wish for? What have I done until now? Good things, bad things? What do I regret? What I wish would have happened, and what I wish would have not happened?” I am 20-years-old now
As Amalia sat in the far right corner of the auditorium, she listened intently as her peers made Hamlet seem like some C-span broadcast. She soon realized that it was already noon and she needed to eat. She decides to ignore her hunger. It isn’t the two dollar lunches she was craving. The hard and
The problem was me. The problem was always me. It was too depressing to think at first, but as time went on, even the rock on the street could not be blamed for why I tripped. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Oh you mean what’s wrong with me?” “No. I’m asking you if you have a problem.”
One. He was still. The crinkled lines of his face were set deep in years of ambition. Now, they did not laugh or cry in joyous movement. They were still. As his hands rested by his ironed trousers, his wrinkles rested on aged skin. The closed eyelids were smooth, but the old veins popped out
He jumped. The kelp entangled his legs until he could not distinguish its grasps from the weight of the wet clothes hanging onto him. Fern had never realized clothes had a weight so heavy and formidable. He had never helped Mother lift the baskets of laundry up the attic steps nor had he stuck his
isaac looked around incredibly confused. by the chuckle that escaped from the old man to his right, it was obvious to everyone around him just how nervous and clueless he was about his next move. he had done this a million of times, why was this one so incredibly difficult? yeah, he was grocery shopping.
The crowd is screaming for me. That is what I am telling myself. My hands slide down my black silk bodice that snugly fits my torso. Then my touch grazes over my tightly wound bun. The lights fade. The music begins. I blink, and I am on stage, beginning in first position, my body poised
Glass shatters against the wall. Katherine flinches, but I neglect it and continue to shove items into my bags with tears staining my cheeks. For a moment, she’s silent. At least my parents are away for the weekend. They probably don’t want me here, anyway. “Ellie, please,” Katherine begs, taking my wrist. I yank away
I hope that when you look down one day, instead of seeing dirty, grey trainers that carve blisters with each step and faded laces that get pulled over and over again until they become raw thread, you’ll notice daisies sprouting from the earth, embracing your callused feet. I hope that when little kids on the
