Category: short story

Inevitably we will part ways some day – from this world vast and indifferent to the criss crossing of lives and souls. I dread the day we’ll say goodbye. I dread the day we graze each other’s eyes one last time, never to meet again in this life. But isn’t it true that the boundaries…

I leave with nothing but a bag on my back. Nothing special, faded linen worn over the years by calloused hands of a 10, 11, 12 year old. At the market they say they’ll take anything. I give what I have, I give everything. They put the contents up on tarnished measuring scales, they weigh…

A short piece based on this prompt (I take no credit for the original idea): Very few people in the world are born with unique, strange abilities. Yours is the ability to hear the music of people’s souls. — An Unheard Song You take a break from tending your flowers and straighten up, stretching in…

A/N Couldn’t sleep. Was listening to M83’s Junk which inspired most of what’s below. TW: Death Last of Time “Lost memories, faded pictures…where did you all go?  Old memory, from the limbo, from the night.” -Sunday Night 1987 (M83) Tendrils of space reach from all sides, trailing gently, assuredly, as he sits gazing at the…

The End of the World A/N: A short story I wrote for my creative writing class last semester. Thought I’d post it. This is the end of the world. The morning mist rolls over the forests, stretching towards the horizon. I stand at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the landscape; it’s like…

starry night    The rain falls lightly over your shoulders that night; there’s a bitter breeze that’s blowing through your hair and biting your cheeks. You slide your hands into your pockets and force yourself to keep moving, but you’re still shaking slightly. Your phone lies dead at the bottom of your jacket pocket. Broken…

the midnight train When he was a little boy in the countryside, many nights would be spent alone in his dark bedroom, mostly covered by heavy bed-sheets, with slanted moonlight semi-illuminating his freckled face. His parents worked late, or they got home too tired to talk, falling asleep several rooms over before the sun had…

the boar  Imagine if you will that you must wake daily to hunt the same old boar. A curse, if you may; you must strike it once every day. You don’t know which strike will kill it. In fact, you’re not sure if it will ever die. But you’re cursed to keep chasing it, you…

    Possible warning; includes nightmares/dissociation/disconnect/etc   A/N- I was initially hesitant about posting this as it was just a personal thing to do; I just wanted to write a quite monologue-esque piece simply because I wanted to write more again and this was a good way to start. I had the idea of just…

The Sea   (Short story about the past, dealing with regret and guilt, and ultimately of letting go) Triggers for: death    The steering wheel was tight underneath my clenched palms as the fields whipped past; tall, waving grass, the skies echoing the emptiness of the surroundings, and the rolling hills in the distance… The…