Short Stories

Do you ever feel like you just want to write your story?  What is your David and Goliath battle?  Or what is the next dystopian future?  Who are we as humans, and what makes us tick?  Whatever your passion for writing is, you should always feel free to share it because your heart has a passion that your mind should not let you ignore.  Be bold and share your story!

The Girl in the Mirror

Let’s take a moment to mourn ourselves. Mourn all that we weren’t, all that we were, all that we’ve been. All the dead dreams and fantasy moments that have come and long gone, whose breath we felt on the nape of our necks just moments ago. Say good bye, but maybe not good riddance…

Not a Typical Love Story

Once upon a time, a boy liked a girl and the girl was oblivious.  She lived her day without care for the future, without hopes and dreams to even meet a guy who thought she was worth anything.  She never saw that she was beautiful because she wasn’t beautiful like the girls on TV.  The boy could see past her reservations and believed whole heatedly that he would marry this girl one day.  The girl found comfort in relationships that were broken by abusive…

From the other side

I look down at my forearms and the burns on my arms are blotchy and radiating heat.  I’m really happy that the kids weren’t here to see that. Their absence haunts me…

Something more

You thirst for more than you have and you don’t even allow yourself to admit it.  You want to be accepted, you need to find purpose but you are too afraid to ask, to ask those around you for a hand up instead of a hand out because you don’t want to be carried through life, you want to prove yourself…

The Suitemate

The girls were nice enough, all of us excited about the new opportunities that awaited us, except for one.  The fourth person to arrive, a tall girl raven-haired girl, who was pushing maximum capacity, if you catch my drift, came into the room and departed with barely two words in between.  She could be shy, I wanted to think, but that first impression left me and the other girls wondering where she disappeared to.  A couple of days went by and we still had no word from our new roommie…

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